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IN THE GOOD OLD SUMMERTIME |
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In the Good Old Summertime, |
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In the Good Old Summertime, |
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Strolling thro’ the shady lanes with your baby
mine; |
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You hold her hand and she holds yours, |
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And that’s a very good sign |
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That she’s your tootsey wootsey |
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In the Good Old Summertime. |
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TAKE ME OUT TO THE BALLGAME |
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Take me out to the ballgame. |
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Take me out with the crowd. |
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Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jacks |
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I don’t
care if I never get back. |
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For it’s root, root, root for the home team; |
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If they don’t win it’s a shame! |
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For it’s 1, 2, 3 strokes “Your out!” |
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At the old ballgame. |
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THE BAND PLAYED ON |
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Casey would waltz with a strawberry blonde, |
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And the Band Played On, |
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He’d glide cross the floor with the girl he
adored |
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And the Band Played On. |
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But his brain was so loaded it nearly exploded, |
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The poor girls would shake with alarm. |
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He’d marry the girl with the strawberry curls, |
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And the Band Played On! |
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