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Sunny Afternoon
Sunny afternoon
By: ray davies
1966
The taxman’s taken’ all my dough
And left me in this stately home
Lazin’ on a sunny afternoon

And I can’t even sail my yacht
He’s taken’ everything I’ve got
All I’ve got’s this sunny afternoon
In the summertime...

Chorus:
Save me, save me, save me from this squeeze
I’ve got a big fat momma tryin’ to break me
And I love to live so pleasantly
Live this life of luxury
Lazin’ on a sunny afternoon
In the summertime...

My girlfriend’s run off with my car
And gone back to her ma and pa
Tellin’ tales of parrotheads and parties

And now I’m just sitting here
Sippin’ on this ice-cold beer
Lazin’ on a sunny afternoon
In the summertime...

Help me, help me, help me sail away
Well, give me two good reason why I ought to stay
’cause I love to live so pleasantly
Live this life of luxury
Lazy on a sunny afternoon
In the summertime...
In the summertime...
In the summertime...

Chorus:
Save me, save me, save me from this squeeze
I’ve got a big fat momma tryin’ to break me
And I love to live so pleasantly
Live this life of luxury
Lazy on a sunny afternoon
In the summertime...
In the summertime...
In the summertime...
In the summertime...

Taxman’s taken’ all my dough (in the summertime)
Gonna find that passport and outta here I go
(in the summertime)

--spoken:
Catch me a flight to st. somewhere and get out of this cold
Weather. go somewhere where no body knows my name
Gotta keep my mouth shut. try to go to confession at least once
A week. somewhere preferably south of the equator, I believe.
Where it’s summertime, where winter spends the summer. somewhere
Like that.

(in the summertime...)
 
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