As soon as he turned it on
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The wind outside of his room
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Stirred up for a few seconds
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He thought to himself
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"I'll climb out my window
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And go sit out there with my radio"
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Out the window he went
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Sitting against a small stump
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Behind some flowerbeds
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The light from his bedroom window he could still see
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The music of Bach was playing
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After a while it began to sound distant
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As the young prince gazed at this radio on his knee
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The music was floating away from his hearing
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What could be happening
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He took it off of his knee
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And put the radio to his ear
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Nothing happened
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Then the transistor left his hands
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And was floating in the mid-air
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Two feet off the ground
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As the prince laughed
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It suddenly turned around
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And it was light green phosphourous in color
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Dancing back and forth
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The magic transistor
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Started moving down his path
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He could hear the sound out
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Like nothing he had ever heard before
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The trees were getting closer together
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And flowers glowed with tinges of magic light
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As he followed thinking to himself
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"What's going on?"
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The transistor lifted slowly
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Up to the top of a little tree
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And sat there
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While it slowly became louder
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To where the prince could hear it clearly
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Fireflies shot across the path in front of the prince
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He turned around and couldn't see the light from his window
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There he was watching all alone all by himself
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He got a hunch to get back to his room
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And he turned and ran right back
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I'm The Pied Piper (Instrumental)
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| Beach Boys |
