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While walking on Red Roosters Lawn
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A char-faced man I'd spy
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He blew into his handkerchief
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And stuttered as he sighed
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I wish I'd play the doodah horn
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The doodah horn is fine
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I'd sell my house and ferny coach
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To make this daydream mine
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Doodah doo, doodah
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[Whilst flying through an azure cloud
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A crystal girl I'd spy
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She kissed the blue bird's honey tongue
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And stuttered as she sighed
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I wish to sing the Ching-A-Ling song
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Ching-A-Ling song is fine
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I'd give my jewels and caviar
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To make this daydream mine]
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[Ching-A-Ling, Ching-A-Ling, Ching-A-Ling]
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[While stepping through a heaven's eye
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Two lover souls we spied
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They wished the cloud boys sang to me
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A cheerful happy cry
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We love to play our love-strong hearts
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No better do we know
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No gifts of money do we give
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For love is all we own]
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Na na na na na na, na na na na na na na na
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[Ching-A-Ling, Ching-A-Ling, Ching-A-Ling]
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Ching-A-Ling
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| David Bowie |
