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We're going to the seashore

Gonna burst upon the brine

From a car that's full of babies

And dogs and food and wine

Sand in our suits and salt in our hair

And everyone feeling so fine


The sky is so blue

You can see right through

My heart is so big

I can't get through the door

That's what I'm here for


We're going to the country

And we're gonna plant some wheat

We're gonna steal some cow corn

And drive across the fields

Dance around the scarecrows

And do whatever we please


We're going to the country

In our little deux-chevaux

We're gonna put the top down

Crank the radio up full

Honk at all the cars we meet

And let them know we know


The sky is so blue...


We're going to the mountains

If there's still a little snow

Gonna do some spring-skiing

Go as fast as we can go

Give instructions from the chairlift

And tell all those tourists to go for it


See the shorts and t-shirts

Go whizzing through the trees

With their Hollywood sunglasses

And the scratches on their knees

Yodelling on the mountainside

And cutting the air like chickadees


The sky is so blue...


We're going to the cliffs now

To see if we can fly

I think I could do better

With your wing out of my eye

You can see for miles up here

Open heart in open sky


The sky is so blue

You can see right through

Our hearts they are so big

We can't get through the door

That's what we're here for

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