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Tim's solo:
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Y' know I really don't get it
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That's the way it always seems to be-dread it
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Everytime I come around these cats are always
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scrappin'
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Yappin' all about some little fluffy piece of ding a lingin'
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stain around the elbow
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A bit of this, a bit of that - you bet your dollar that the
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joint's a hellzapoppin'
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Man alive!
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Topsy's in a fit
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Turvy's in a snit
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Ain't there anyone here who can put out the fire?
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This is the most exasperatin' situation tell ya
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I ain't-never seen the likes of this one
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And I have seen a bunch that'll really make y' think
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about it
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Wait a minute, hold your horses, here they comin' now
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Oh Mr. Topsy you sure bring me down
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Better believe you're spittin' the cotton-you are spittin' the cotton now
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Ah!
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And Mr. Turvy your head's no where bound
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It's somethin' I would rather do without
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Ha!
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Piano Solo
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Ain't you had enough of Topsy Turvy
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I've had more than I can handle n' it's tested my patience now
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Sick and tired of this crazy scene
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I'm a little more than sick n' tired, oh, I'm really wired
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There's another way to go about this brother
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Won'tcha hear me now, got'ta dig what I'm 'bout to tell ya
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Loving one another's what I mean
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-Boy love'll really straighten y' out - If you'll only check it out
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It's such a scene
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Fightin's such a crime
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Now, they're gettin' mean
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Bound t' lose their mind
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Man, is this a dream?
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Wastin' so much time
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Help! I'm gonna scream
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Wastin' yours
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And wastin' mine
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Topsy Turvey's World is Topsy Turvy
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a little lovin' might undo it
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Just because they can't meet in between
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Woe, (oh) Woe (no) Woe (oh) Woe (no) Woe
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Woe, Woe, Woe, Woe, Woe
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Woe, (oh no) Woe (oh no) Woe (oh no) Woe (oh no)
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Woe
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Top-sy Tur-vy Top-sy Tur-vy Oooooooh
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What a pity.
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CLOUDS (Adapted from "Nuages")
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Music by Django Reinhardt, Lyric by Jon Hendricks
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See the white and fluffy clouds
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Adore the sun
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As he shines his light
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On each and every one
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Still, those clouds can hide his light
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Till the day becomes like night
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So my light heart would darken too
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If I ever lost you
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As the clouds begin to shed
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Their tears of rain
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So my aching heart would
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Shed its tears of pain
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Till that happy moment when
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Darkened clouds roll by and then
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White and fluffy clouds
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Adore the sun once again
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Cheryl's Solo:
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When I was young
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I'd long to touch a cloud
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On my back on a bed of green
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I'd contemplate the cloud scene
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They would form themselves
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into a lot o' different kinds o' pictures
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Of the kind that pre-existed in my mind
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Paintin' the kind o' scene
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That I never saw on a wide screen
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Look! Ain't that Moses on the mount!
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There! Monte Christo an' a gallant count!
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Four white horses and a coach
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Proceeding madly to approach
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the sunlit castle of his majesty the king
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Isn't that a flying saucer
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and a pilgrim out of Chaucer going by?
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They're all right there in a cloud
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Standing tall and proud
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How thrilling to see!
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A panorama that will never end
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like the movies do
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"Cause they're yours alone
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an' under your direction
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How'd y'like the movie
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that was showin' t'day?
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An' what a cast!
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An' not only the casting
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but a story full of glory everlasting
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the errant, fluffy clouds
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doing everything they have always done
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Like adore the sun
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Come out an' do their thing again
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Stephane Grappelli/Stochelo Rosenberg Solo
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See the white, fluffy clouds adore the sun
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As he shines his light on each and every one
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White and fluffy clouds adore the sun
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Once again.
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(Yes Yes)
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