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Singin' A Cappella

he bakes bread in the morning
takes the garbage out at night
and i love it when he holds me in his arms so tight
and when i’m down he picks me up
and he makes me feel alive
when it comes to love my man can really jive
but your heart’s split in two
between this man and something new
i know you know there’s only one thing left to do
compared to this he’s bland
you should play another hand
it’s such a pity that he’ll never understand
that you’re singin' a cappella do do do
singin' a cappella do do do
you’re singin' a cappella do do do
he’s your rockefeller do do do
but he don’t dig a cappella do do do
her beauty is such that it will never end
she’s my love, my hope, my dreams
my one and only friend
she said she’d always be with me
that she’d make a perfect wife
but i can’t go on leading a double life
she has to know you can’t vow to settle down
with her right now
but to tell her that — you’ll have to work out how
it’s not the best idea for you to let the truth appear
'cause you’d have to leave town if she were to hear
that you’re singin' a cappella do do do
couldn’t bear to tell her do do do
that you’re singin' a cappella do do do
she’s your cinderella do do do
but she don’t dig a cappella do do do
tell her that you’ve lost your mind
you can tell him that he’s not your kind
just tell them that they don’t appeal, but don’t reveal
that you’re singin' a cappella do do do
we’re singin' a cappella do do do
singin' a cappella do do do
we’re singin' a cappella do do do
nothin' could be better do do do
than singin' a cappella do do do
we’re singin' a cappella do do do
we’re gettin' down with ella do do do
and dancing with mandela do do do
'cause he’s such a funky fella do do do
we’re singin' a cappella do do do
under an umbrella do do do
yeah we’re singin' a cappella do do do
in a plane with a propeller do do do
we’re clearin' out the cellar do do do
while we’re singin' a cappella do do do
we’re drinkin' sasparilla do do do
and eatin' hot paella do do do
with-a lotsa mozzarella do do do
hope we don’t get salmonella do do do
you don’t need a fortune teller do do do
to be singin' a cappella do do do
we’re singin' a cappella do do do
like a beautiful rosella do do do
i’m not a real good speller do do do
but i’m writing a novella do do do
about singin' a cappella do do do
like a beautiful rosella do do do
where nothin' could be better do do do
than singin' a cappella do do do