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| Everybody needs a place They can go and get away Baby I know just where we can go Where everyday is Summer time We can leave our cares behind No one really has to know Put on some shorts, I’ll wax up the board We’ll Pack up the Woody and head to the shore We’re going back down to Sycamore Catch a few waves, lay on the beach Crank up the Beach Boys to Sloop John B We’re going back down to Sycamore Bay Just you and me, no one around We’ll soak up the sun then we’ll head into town We’re going back down to Sycamore Bay What are we waiting for the Summer’s all that we can stay {Do do’s} |
