| And the caravan is on it’s way
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| I can hear the merry gypsies play
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| Mama, mama look at Emma Rose
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| She’s a-playin' with the radio
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| La la la la, la la la
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| La la la la, la la la
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| And the caravan has all my friends
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| It will stay with me until the end
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| Gypsy Robin, sweet Emma Rose
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| Tell me everything I need to know
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| La la la la, la la la
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| La la la la, la la la
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| Turn up your radio and let me hear the song
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| Switch on your electric light
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| Then we can get down to what is really wrong
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| I long to hold you tight so I can feel you
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| Sweet lady of the night, I shall reveal you
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| If you will
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| Turn it up, turn it up, little bit higher, radio
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| Turn it up, turn it up, so you know, radio
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| La la la la, la la la
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| La la la la, la la la
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| And the caravan is painted red and white
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| That means everybody’s staying overnight
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| Barefoot gypsy player round the campfire sing and play
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| And a woman tells us of her ways
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| La la la la, la la la
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| La la la la, la la la
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| Turn up your radio and let me hear the song
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| Switch on your electric light
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| Then we can get down to what is really wrong
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| I long just to hold you tight so baby I can feel you
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| Sweet lady of the night, I shall reveal you
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| If you will
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| Turn it up, turn it up, little bit higher, radio
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| Turn it up, that’s enough, so you know it’s got soul
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| Radio, radio, turn it up, hmm
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| La la la la la la la, la la-la la-la, la la la-la
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| La, la la la-la, la la la-la, la la la-la
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| La, la la la-la, la la la-la, la la la-la
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| La, la la la-la, la la la-la, la la la-la
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| La, la la la-la, la la la-la, la la la-la
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| La, la la la-la, la la la-la, la la la-la
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| La, la la la-la, la la la-la, la la la-la
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| La, la la la-la, la la la-la, la la la-la |