I'm looking 'round madly
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for something to find
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That might give me a front
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To put something, something behind.
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Just bouncing this ball
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Up and down the hall
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But it's full of best wishes
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and suffocating fishes, and all.
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So, let's drink some wine
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And have a good time.
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But if you really want to come through
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Let the good time, good time have you.
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It's what you've got to do.
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You said it was foolish
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for me to be sad;
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But I'm very hungry, and you..
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You're very well fed,
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You're such a fat lady.
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And I'm talking to you
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just for something to do
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'Cause I'd much rather kiss you
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But I know, I¡¯m gonna miss you
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Again and again, I know I'm gonna miss you.
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So, let's drink some wine, etc.
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I sing to the island
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That sings in your head
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'Cause I know you'd much rather be there
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Be there instead.
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I know you'd rather be there...
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But you won't find the answer
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Even when the wind blows;
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'Cause the answer, my friend
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is in front..
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Right there in front of your nose
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Everybody knows, it's their nose.
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So, let's drink some wine, etc. (repeat)
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Whatevershebringswesing
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Kevin Ayers |