Well, I hear there¡¯s a place somewhere down south,
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Where you don¡¯t need a hook to catch a small mouth.
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No rod, no reel, no bait, no doubt:
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Just whistle from the bank and they all walk out.
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And they say there¡¯s a town not far from here,
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You can trade your debt for gas and beer.
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No boss, no rent, no sweat, no cares:
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Where everybody is a millionaire.
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If there ain¡¯t there oughta be.
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Just think of the endless possibilities.
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A place where every day is Friday night,
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With your arms wrapped up tight around me:
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If there ain¡¯t there oughta be.
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And I hear there¡¯s a book that you can buy,
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That¡¯ll paraphrase the meaning of life.
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What¡¯s love? Why me? Where¡¯s God? How high?
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Word for word, why women cry.
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If there ain¡¯t there oughta be.
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Just think of the endless possibilities.
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A place where every day is Friday night,
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With your arms wrapped up tight around me:
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If there ain¡¯t there oughta be.
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A place for me to make my dreams come true.
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I wish. A wish upon a star will do.
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A fully fledged, foolproof guarantee
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If there ain¡¯t there oughta be.
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Instrumental break.
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If there ain¡¯t there oughta be.
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Just think of the endless possibilities.
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A place where every day is Friday night,
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With your arms wrapped up tight around me:
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Well, if there ain¡¯t there oughta be.
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Well, if there ain¡¯t there oughta be.
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If There Ain't There Ought'a Be
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| Stuart Marty |
