| When I am a flyer, I’ll fly down to Miami
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| Get a room in one of those big resort hotels
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| And nobody there will ever get to know me well
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| And nobody there will ever get to know me well
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| I’ll be just another yellow beach umbrella
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| On the shore of the southern sea
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| I’ll be a mystery to everyone
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| I won’t take you along with me
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| When I am a driver, I’ll drive to Pensacola
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| Sleep in the sand whether the weather
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| Brings sunshine or rain
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| And nobody there will ever get to know my name, oh no
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| And nobody there will ever get to know my name
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| I’ll be just another yellow beach umbrella
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| On the shore of the southern sea
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| Mmm, I’ll be a mystery to everyone
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| I won’t take you along with me
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| When I am a rider, I’ll ride up to Tempico
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| Ohh, don’t telephone honey
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| Your money’d be wasted on a telegram
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| 'cause nobody there will ever find out who I am
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| Nobody there will ever find me!
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| I’ll be just another big bright umbrella
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| On the shore of the southern sea
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| Gonna be a mystery to everyone
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| I won’t take you along with me
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| Alone. |
| All alone. |
| On my own
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| So happy to be gone, gone, gone, gone
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| To new news and new faces
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| New feuds and new places
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| Underneath my yellow umbrella
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| Won’t be holdin' hands
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| With a mobster fella
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| Mmm, I’m in the mood to be
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| Swimmin' in the nude
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| Sinnin' too. |
| Too bad you
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| Won’t be there to see
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| Grand. |
| Feels so grand
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| Lying in the sand
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| Just working on this tan of mine
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| Ohh, you know I think that life
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| Is just the greatest thing
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| Goodbye!
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| It’s goodbye, darling
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| Your turn to cry
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| And you know good and well why, darling
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| Why you got the gong
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| I was into you to long |