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BARENAKED LADIES

This is It

There was fresh butter melting on a waffle,
Sky so blue that the clouds felt awful,
Beavers swimming around their hut,
And someone was building a mini putt.

La la la la la la la (repeated)

There was a river rippled like a chip,
We went in for a skinny dip (hey, come on now!)
Fish jumping for a flippety flip, oh,
What is life? this is it, this is it, this is it, oh, this is it


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