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It's water . . . melon weather, |
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that summer kind of weather, |
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when people get together an' sing! |
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It's the time of year the stars |
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seem to dance with laughter |
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an' the moon's so big an' ripe |
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it can hardly climb! |
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So, why don't you meander |
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to your best gal's veranda |
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an' sorta, kinda, hand her the ring? |
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For it's the sweetheart kissin' season, |
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and all the world's in rhyme, |
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when it's watermelon sweet love tellin' time! |
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This is the time to sing |
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this kind of purdy little ditty |
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a walkin' along an' singin' a song |
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an' clinging to someone purdy, |
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the type of a tune to go with the moon |
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that's sailin' along a way on high! |
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After strollin' a while, for maybe a mile, |
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remember to stop an' pop the question! |
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if your timin' is right, your future is bright, |
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as bright as a watermelon sky! |
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An' then when you found a bench for two, |
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you found your cue to linger |
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the chance you sought, to show what you bought, |
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you happily thought to bring her, |
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to cinch the thing, you give her the ring, |
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you purchased from the five an' dime! |
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Take her in your arms an' whisper, |
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that you are mine all mine, |
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with that line to sell, I'm here to tell, |
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that you'll do well in watermelon time! |
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For it's the sweetheart kissin' season, |
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and all the world's in rhyme, |
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when it's watermelon sweet love tellin' time! |
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Music by Hoagy Carmichael |
