Gay as the day is long! But only 24 hours? Too short too short indeed for such joyous songs! Let’s us line these floats forever dance until a new millennium shake and shimmy and march along to all these songs now written in the lines! Here, now, with all of us the whole ing thrush it’s imperative to shine! What is up with you it seems there’s something down - Your smiles long you love these songs but still your movements frown! Perhaps it’s this street, perhaps it’s these rapid weeks? No! Now we’ve found your solution it’s the heat that’s your pollution pour her a hundred drinks! Oh what now my darling my dear you’ve fluttered like a butterlove since we kindly parched your thirst! But now it seems these past three hours like you fight this concrete earth! Let me say I understand I mean this parade demands a man but shimmy shake through those thigh aches and you’ll be cured of all your cramps! Come march come laugh it’s gas it’s fast it’s all burning with desire! So feel a joy a real joy there’s no need to lie and lie...”

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