Gas Lamps and Clay Songtext
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I was out at the old mill pile
People go today
What I saw was a small gas lamp
And pots made out of clay
When I wiped off a little dust
Smoke began to rise
Out of a cloud came a frightful sight
Of people one in charge
And they sang
La, la, la, la, la, la...


When I sat down beside the lamp
I couldn′t believe my eyes
They were blowing a bubble pipe
Huh, 'bout two times their size
As they sang
La, la, la, la, la, la...

It′s fun just to be, be what you want
So we are singing a happy song
It's fun to be, be what you wanna
So we are singing a happy song
It's fun to be, be what you wanna
So we are singing a happy song oh
It′s fun to be, be what you want
So we are singing a happy song
It′s fun to be, be what you want
So we are singing a happy song
It's fun to be, be what you want
So we are singing a happy song.