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Saturdays.



If you don’t love this song, you are ridiculous, you hear me, son?


Oh Mr. Sprinkler, Mr. Sprinkler Wet me for one, Mr. Sprinkler I’m heatin’ high-five in a daze, no split With a yawn I trip to the dawn Out comes the bodies following the one idea

It’s clear, rattle to the roll Hold back up the track, grab your rollerskates y’all And let’s zip on by Zip-a-de-doo-dah, let’s zip on by

Feed on a weed and we’re feeling high Sun is on thick and the cheese is rollin’ quick Come on, there’s no time to hide Season is twist, spinning and winning


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