| For the brand new direction on the compass rose
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| Try following the path of the yellow brick
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| Cross the zebra track down on Abbey Road
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| And you be there in just a little bit
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| It’s where the hi-fi's bumping through the free wi-fi
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| Where the up said it’s rock we’re stayin' alive
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| Where I’ll be passing out the free high-fives
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| Like a doctor I’m distributing the medical kind
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| Come on!
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| Decide if you want to get
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| Get yourself inspired
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| You’re invited, whoa
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| To San Disco Reggaefornia, whoa
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| You come alive in, whoa
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| And leave your troubles at the door
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| You know when our time band is messing with the evil
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| Inside here see everybody’s equal
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| Everybody’s type with everybody’s people
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| Even generators run on biodiesel
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| Super green is the way we like it
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| Yea we like the ladies who ride like nice
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| Up on their bicycles with ice popsicles
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| For five nickels I can get us on the tunnel of love
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| Romancing is a side effect
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| Slow dancing here will make you sweat
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| Raise your hand if you wanna get
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| Get yourself delighted
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| You’re invited, whoa
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| To San Disco Reggaefornia, whoa
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| You’re gonna like it, whoa
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| Leave your troubles at the door, whoa
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| You come alive in, whoa
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| In San Disco Reggaefornia fornia fornia…
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| Make it one of those days
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| Can you feel the Party?
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| With parents gone we’ll turn the home
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| Upside down like a Gravitron
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| What law we gonna break if they catch us getting naughty?
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| Turn off the phone with the records on
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| Dancing makes the people feel united
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| D-d-d-d-dancing makes the people feel united
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| So take a good look and try for a moment
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| If you tried and you like it show the world that you’re belonging on it
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| Only those with open hearts and minds
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| Will get a pass on the fast track cash list line
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| But uh, don’t be laughing at whoever’s behind
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| Because everybody’s happy on their own damn time
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| And everybody’s craft be uniquely defined
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| Just as everybody’s ass be free and divine
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| There couldn’t possibly be a brighter sign
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| For all to understand and to give a damn
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| All you gotta do is keep the microphone stuck in your hand
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| And bring the bucket to the sand
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| You’re invited, whoa
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| To San Disco Reggaefornia, whoa
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| You come alive in, whoa
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| And leave your troubles at the door, whoa
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| Yea you’re invited, whoa
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| To San Disco Reggaefornia, whoa
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| You come alive in, whoa
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| And leave your troubles at the door, whoa
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| D-d-d-d-dancing makes the people feel united |