| In the town where I was born,
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| Lived a man who sailed to sea,
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| And he told us of his life,
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| In the land of submarines,
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| So we sailed on to the sun,
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| Till we found the sea green,
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| And we lived beneath the waves,
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| In our yellow submarine,
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| We all live in a yellow submarine,
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| Yellow submarine, yellow submarine,
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| We all live in a yellow submarine,
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| Yellow submarine, yellow submarine.
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| And our friends are all aboard,
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| Many more of them live next door,
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| And the band begins to play.
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| (TROMBONES)
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| RAP —
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| Look up we go, here we go, here we go
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| Yo me pregunto, se no aburrio
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| Pintar el amarillo submarino
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| Que nadie que se queje por que es Willy Chirino
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| Vamos pa’lante, pa’rriba y pa’bajo
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| Y en mi periscopo, estoy mirando un relajo
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| We’re going down but we’re living in a (in a)
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| Tremendo party, dice CHO CHO
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| As we live a life of ease
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| Every one of us (every one of us) has all we need,(has all we need)
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| Sky of blue,(sky of blue) and sea green,(sea of green)
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| In our yellow (In our yellow) submarine.(submarine) (Haha!)
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| PIANO BREAK / MAMBO
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| FIN… |