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The Summer Megamix

Hooray! Hooray!


Everything goes in the land of the sunshine


Pretty ladies, groovin' in the beat in the land of the sunshine, let's all swing

- Max, no relaxin' on the pretty white sand, walkin' around with the pretty suntan

All my men are just goin' wild as the ladies pass by with sexy smile

- Swimmin', layin', all walkin' around, just rock to the rhythm of the funky sound


Hooray! (yeah) Hooray! (yeah)

Sunny (no)

Oh, I love

Holi-holiday

Sunny, oh, I love you (no)


(Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma)


(Oh)


E.O.U.A.


Sunny, yesterday my life was filled with rain

Sunny, you smiled at me and really eased the pain

You gave to me your all and all

And now I feel ten feet tall

Sunny one so true, I love you


Yeah, just rock to the rhythm, just rock to the rhythm, just rock to the rhythm of the funk

Yeah, just rock to the rhythm, just rock to the rhythm, just rock to the rhythm of the funk (no)


E.O.U.A.U.A.U.O.U.A.


Kalimba de sol

Please talk to me

Lying is my life

Believin' in what you say

Hey-hey-hey-hey-hey, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh


E.O.U.A.


Na, na-na-na-na-na, na-na

Na-na-na-na-na, na, na-na

Kalimba De Luna (na-na-na-na-na, na-na)

Kalimba De Luna (na-na-na-na-na)


Just rock to the rhythm, just rock to the rhythm, just rock to the rhythm of the funk (no)

Just rock to the rhythm, just rock to the rhythm, just rock to the rhythm of the funk


She was the meanest cat (in old Chicago town)

She was the meanest cat (she really mowed them down)

She had no heart at all (no, no, no heart at all)


(Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma) Ma Baker, she taught her four sons

(Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma) Ma Baker, to handle their guns

(Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma) Ma Baker, she never could cry

(Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma) Ma Baker, but she knew how to die


(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)


Heading for the islands (we're ready, man, and packed to go)

(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

When we hit those islands (there's gonna be a big hello)

(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

Digging all the sunshine, it's easy not to say goodbye (bye), bye


Heading for the islands (hey yeah, we're really flying high)

(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)


Gotta go home, home, home

Gotta go home, home, home

Gotta go home, home, home

Gotta go home, home, home

Gotta go home