Saturday morning and it's time to go
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One day these could be the days but who could have known
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Loading in the back of a pickup truck
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Riding with the boys and pushing the luck
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Singing songs loud on the way to the game
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Wishing all the things could still be the same
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Chinese homeruns over the backstop
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Kakua on the ball and soda pop well...
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We used to laugh a lot
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But only because we thought
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That everything good always would remain
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Nothing's gonna change there's no need to complain
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Sunday morning and it's time to go
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Been raining all night so everybody knows
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Over to the field for tackle football
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Big hits, big hats, yeah give me the ball
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Rain is pouring, touchdown scoring
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Keep on rolling, never boring
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Karma, karma, karma chameleon
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We're talking kinda funny from helium
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We used to laugh a lot
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But only because we thought
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That everything good always would remain
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Nothing's gonna change there's no need to complain
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Monday morning and it's time to go
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Wet trunks and schoolbooks and sand on my toes
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Do anything you can to dodge the bus-stop blues
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Like driving a padiddle with a burnt-out fuse
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My best friend Kimi wants to go with you
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So meet her by the sugar mill after school
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My best friend Kimi wants to go with you
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Meet her by the sugar mill after school
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We used to laugh a lot
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But only because we thought
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That everything good always would remain
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We used to laugh a lot
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But only because we thought
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That everything good always would
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Everything good always would remain
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Mudfootball
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| Jack Johnson |
