what a jolly day it is
out amongst the trees
trouble is my hayfever
it always makes me sneeze
(achoo, achoo, achoo)
what a lovely day it is
nice hot and sunny
trouble is the wasps
they attack my tummy
(buzz, buzz, buzz)
'what a horrible day it is
with your hayfever and wasps
trouble is you moaning git
you think you're something you're not
(pss off, pss off, pss off)
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