| When my Uncle Sonny blew back into town
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| Said «I'll just go for a ride
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| And have a look 'round.»
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| And he took off his fidora
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| And stuck his fingers in the crown
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| And he pulled out twenty dollars
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| And he laid that money down
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| And he called out to a taxi cab
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| «Take me down to central park
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| And keep that meter runnin'
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| To the twenty dollar mark.»
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| And he kept his eyes turned forward
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| And he sat up straight and tall
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| And no one even noticed him
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| No one cared at all
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| It’s a Fine, Fine Day
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| For a reunion
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| It’s a Fine, Fine Day
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| For comin' home
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| You did your sittin'
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| You did hard time
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| But you ain’t gonna sit no more
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| They can’t keep you there no more
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| It’s a Fine, Fine Day
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| And nothin’s gonna take it
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| Nothin’s gonna take it away
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| It’s a Fine, Fine Day
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| First time I saw Sonny
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| I was just about this tall
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| And he always made my momma
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| Kinda crazy when he’d call
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| Him and my old man
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| Would stand and whisper in the hall
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| Then they’d disappear
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| And maybe not come home at all
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| Then one day Sonny stopped comin' round
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| Heard he’d gotten himself into
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| A little trouble out in town
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| Sometime after that
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| He finally dissappeared for good
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| Then he pulled out ol' Houdini
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| Like we always knew he would!
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| It’s a Fine, Fine Day
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| For a reunion
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| It’s a Fine, Fine Day
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| For comin' home
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| You did your sittin'
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| You did hard time
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| But you ain’t gonna sit no more
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| They can’t keep you there no more
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| It’s a Fine, Fine Day
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| And nothin’s gonna take it
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| Nothin’s gonna take it away
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| It’s a Fine, Fine Day
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| «I see you made it back alright, alright
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| I see you’re none the worse for wear
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| It’s been a long time comin'
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| Nothin’s gonna drag you away from here!»
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| A Fine, Fine Day!
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| And nothin’s gonna take
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| Nothin’s gonna take it away
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| Oh yeah
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| A Fine, Fine Day… A Fine Day |