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Me I want to live with my {flipflops} in Dixie
And my head in the cool blue North

And there we'll do just as we please
It ain't nothing but a breeze

In a small suburban garden
Not a single neighbor knows our name
I know the woman wishes we would move somewhere
Where the houses aren't all the same
Jesse, I wish you would take me
Where the grass is greener
I really couldn't say where it may be
Somewhere up on a mountain top
Or down by the deep blue sea

And there we'll do just as we please
It ain't nothing but a breeze

One day I'll be old gray grandpa
All the pretty girls will call me "sir,"
Now, where they're asking me how things are
Soon they'll ask me how things were
Well, I don't mind being a {longboardin’} grandpa
If you will be my {awesome} grandma
Yeah I suggest we have a little {cool conch salad}
In the shade {down in old Nassau}

And there we'll do just as we please
It ain't nothing but a breeze

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