| I went floating down the street one day
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| With a song playing in my mind
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| Hopping and bopping like a ricochet
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| Bad news was hard to find
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| There was a hint of syncopation
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| Coming from the sidewalk and the street
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| There was a glint of scintillation
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| Hanging over everyone you’d meet
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| And it makes me feel okay
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| Like a big yellow tractor going mowing through a field of hay
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| Like a genie on a table top surfing through the month of May
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| I saw a world in the window of a knick-knack shop
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| And I tossed it in the air
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| A girl went by with a forget-me-not
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| And she wore it in her hair
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| There was a peak of pixillation
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| And I never noticed it before
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| There was a jump of jubilation
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| And it seemed to promise more and more
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| And it makes me feel okay
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| Like a big yellow tractor going mowing through a field of hay
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| Like a genie on a table top surfing through the month of May
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| Oh she loves me and she loves me
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| Better than I’ve ever loved myself
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| She knows me and she loves me
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| Better, now I want nobody else
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| Oh she loves me and she loves me
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| Better than I’ve ever loved myself
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| She knows me and she loves me
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| Better, now I want nobody else
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| Percolating through the noonday sun
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| With wings upon my shoes
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| I was jumping about in front of everyone
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| No dignity to lose
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| There was a rush of animation
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| Bubbling about inside my soul
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| There was a rin-tin-tabulation coming
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| It was so hard to control
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| And it makes me feel okay
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| Like a pig with a bucket full of truffles in a French cafe
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| Like Louis Armstrong playing trumpet on the judgment day
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| Like a flying boat captain with an amethyst lake below
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| Like a winner of a marathon rolling in a field of snow
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| Like a figure skating gigolo looking for a heart to steal
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| Like a simulated orgasm suddenly becoming real
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| Like a big yellow tractor going bowling through a field of hay
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| Like a genie on a table top surfing through the month of May |