Lying by the pool in my swim togs,
At twenty five minutes past eight,
The sun smiling high
In the royal blue sky,
And the warmth of the sun feeling great.
Sitting in the rain in a traffic jam
At twenty five minutes past eight,
The man right ahead
Has just stalled his car dead,
And I think that I’m going to be late.
At twenty five minutes past eight,
The sun smiling high
In the royal blue sky,
And the warmth of the sun feeling great.
Sitting in the rain in a traffic jam
At twenty five minutes past eight,
The man right ahead
Has just stalled his car dead,
And I think that I’m going to be late.
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