We’ll reach the desert far across the sea And look for the last Egyptian To build a pyramid for you and me We’ll talk for hours to achieve our plans And look for treasures hidden on a thousand islands
And we may be buried in New Orleans But the one who’ll make a hit of it’s The one who’s gonna make it big
We’ll try to improve every dream we make We’ll try to create another world That doesn’t look like a Disneyland We’ll think of the future and of childhood days And get some pleasure hidden on the way
And we may be buried...far from New Orleans But the one who’ll make a hit of it’s The one who’s gonna make it big
We’ll sing in unison we’ll sing in tune We’ll sing in the winter And we’ll sing in June We’ll hoist the banner of the worker’s pride And even if we can’t make it right It’s still worth a try
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