As I sit and ponder
I kept my eyes peeled
I ask myself and wonder
Where in life is the bee's knees
My heart grows fonder
This feeling is older than the hills
But I really can't wait no longer
To make a mountain out of a molehill
Put my feet up and the world under
Then I fell asleep on the wheel
In my dreams I wander
Dear Lord, wake me when you will
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