It's a most unusual day
Feel like throwing my worries away
As an old native-born Liverpudlian would say
It's a most unusual day
Plus, it's a good day for singin' a song,
And it's a good day for movin' along
In spite of which, she suggested I should hit the road and not come back any more, adding, unnecessarily I thought, Jack. She said I was a dreamer, nothing but a dreamer. The only trouble was - gee wizz - I was dreaming my life away. In reply, I told her she was moving too fast and ought to make the morning last.
That's quite enough for one day, or indeed a lifetime
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