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Sunny Boy
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(Many thanks to Taryn for these lyrics).
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Tripod:
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Ooooooo...
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Oh, Sunny Boy,
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You are a small iced beverage,
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I used to eat when I was in my youth.
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The tuck shop lady used to sell you to me,
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You cost 10 cents, 10 cents, unless you were free.
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I'd suck you 'til the orange came out of you,
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And then I'd offer you to all my friends.
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When it was hard to get you open,
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The tuck shop lady would lend me her scissors.
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Yon:
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You know, when I think of Sunny Boys it reminds me of the times when me and my mate Veg would go down to the creek. We'd get a bit of hay or straw and throw it in the creek... and light it.
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Or when we would get his dad's wheelbarrow, pour petrol in it... and light it.
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Or when we would get a dead bird or a dead possum, pour petrol on it... and light it.
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I also had this mate called Wil, and he used to like being dragged around the oval on his arse.
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Tripod:
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But Sunny Boy, oh, Sunny Boy,
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Forget the rest...
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Gatesy:
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Rest...
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Yon and Scod:
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Forget the rest...
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Tripod:
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Yes, Sunny Boy, oh, Sunny Boy,
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You were the... one.
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