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I see trees of green
Red roses too
I see them bloom
For me and you,
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world.

Don't know much about geography,
Don't know much trigonometry
Don't know much about algebra,
Don't know what a slide rule is for
But I do know that one and one is two,
And if this one could be with you,
What a wonderful world this would be

I'm gonna teach you teach you teach you
All about love girl all about love
Sit yourself down take a seat
All you've got to do is repeat after me
ABC it's easy as
123 it's simple as
Do re mi ABC 123
Baby you and me girl....

I suppose I should collect my books and get on back to school
Or steal my daddy's cue and make a living out of playing pool,
Or find myself a rock and roll band that needs a helping hand,
Oh Maggie I wish I'd never seen your face...

And if you ever have to go to school
Remember how they messed up this old fool
Don't pick fights with the bullies or the cads
'Cause I'm not much cop at punching other people's Dads

I used to get mad at my school (no, I can't complain)
The teachers who taught me weren't cool (no, I can't complain)
You're holding me down (ah-ah)
Turning me 'round (oh-oh)
Filling me up with your rules (fool, you fool)

If you wanted the sky
I would write across the sky in letters
That would soar a thousand feet high
"To sir, with love"
The time has come
For closing books and long last looks must end
And as I leave
I know that I am leaving my best friend.

We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the class room
Teacher leave those kids alone,

All in all it's just another brick in the wall...

I'll tell you what I'll do (what will you do?) I'd like to go there now with you
You can miss out school (won't that be cool?) why go to learn the words of fools?

Schools out for summer
Schools out for ever...

Well, I'm just outta school, like I'm real, real cool
Gotta dance like a fool, got the message that I gotta be a wild one
Ooh, yeah, I'm a wild one

I've been a wild rover for many's the year
And I've spent all me money on whiskey and beer
But now I'm returning with gold in great store
And I never will play the wild rover no more.

Born to be wild...

Going home, running home,
Down the gasoline alley where I was born.

Sally, Sally, pride of our alley
Sally, Sally
Don't ever wander
Away from the alley and me
Sally, Sally
Marry me Sally
And happy forever I'll be

Sneakin' sally through the alley
Trying to keep her out of sight
Sneakin' sally through the alley
When up pops the wife.

Oops Long Tall Sally

Well long talk Sally
She’s built for speed

I know that I won’t forget you
For I’ve loved you too much for too long

Red, red wine goes to my head
Makes me forget that I still need her so
Red, red wine, it's up to you
All I can do I've done
Memories won't go, memories won't go

Strawberries, cherries and an angel's kiss in spring
My summer wine is really made from all these things
I walked in town on silver spurs that jingled to
A song that I had only sang to just a few
She saw my silver spurs and said let's pass some time
And I will give to you summer wine
Ohoh summer wine

So begins another spring,
Green leaves and of berries,
Chiff-chaff eggs are painted by
Mother bird eating cherries.

Let me take you down
‘Cause I’m going to strawberry fields
Nothing is real
And nothing to get hung about
Strawberry fields forever

Love the series that had this as its theme tune.

We are the village green preservation society
God save Donald duck vaudeville and variety,
We are the desperate Dan appreciation society
God save strawberry jam and all the different varieties....