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Lyrics/Music Yellen/Pokrass |
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Why are grown up peoples faces |
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Wrinkled like a lot of prunes |
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Money money that's what chases them |
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Around like crazy loon's |
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I think they make a big mistake |
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Wealth and happiness that counts |
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Are free to all in large amounts |
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There's millions worth of golden sunbeams |
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That everybody can possess |
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All Gods children got success |
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Come and get your happiness |
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There's billions worth of silver moonbeams |
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Enough for everyone I guess |
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What's a million more or less |
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Come and get your happiness |
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Among the wildwood of your happy childhood |
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Where you were Jill's and Jack |
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In raggy britches there's a lot of riches |
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On which you don't pay any income tax |
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So get under their blue heaven |
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Away from trouble and distress |
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Just find Mother Nature's address |
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And come and get your happiness |