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Come my little friends, as we all sing a happy little working song |
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Merry little voices clear and strong |
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Come and roll your sleeves up, so to speak, and pitch in |
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Cleaning crud up in the kitchen as we sing along |
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Trill a cheery tune in the tub as we scrub a stubborn mildew stain |
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Pluck a hairball from the shower drain to the gay refrain of a happy working song |
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We'll keep singing without fail, otherwise we'd spoil it |
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Hosing down the garbage pail and scrubbing up the toilet, ooh! |
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How we all enjoy letting loose with a little la-da-dum-dum-dum |
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While we're emptying the vacu-um |
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It's such fun to hum a happy working song |
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Oo-ooh, a happy working song |
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Oh, how strange a place to be 'til Edward comes for me, my heart is sighing |
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Still, as long as I am here, I guess a new experience could be worth trying |
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Hey, keep drying! |
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You could do a lot when you got such a happy little tune to hum |
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While you're sponging up the soapy scum |
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We adore each filthy chore that we determine |
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So friends even though you're vermin, we're a happy working throng |
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Singing as we fetch the detergent box |
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For the smelly shirts and the stinky socks |
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Sing along |
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If you cannot sing, then hum along |
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As we're finishing our happy working song! |
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Ah...[wasn't this fun?] |
