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When all the birdies have flown
Into their arbour lee homes
And all of the worms in the bellies so warm
They'll dream of their day in the sun in the sun
They'll dream of their day in the sun
When all of the cars are croaked
And all the computers are broke
While the birds tell the bees the funniest joke
And laugh out their time in the sun in the sun
Laugh out their time in the sun
My pet poodle he probably knows
If I feel like s**t with the sniff of his nose
And then gives me the paw and he says hey y'all why don't we pack it all in and just go for a walk
And I know he's right but I lose my will
And I''m chained to my desk and I'm chewing my quill
'Cause I want my home in the Hollywood hills
Yes I want my home in the Hollywood hills
And have my day in the sun in the sun
And have my day in the sun
