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It's cold outside There's no kind of atmosphere I'm all alone, more or less Let me fly, far away from here Fun, fun, fun In the sun, sun, sun I want to lie Shipwrecked and comatose Drinking fresh mango juice Goldfish shoals, nibbling at my toes Fun, fun, fun In the sun, sun, sun Fun, fun, fun In the sun, sun, sun I'll pack my bags And head into hyperspace Where I'll succeed at time-warp speed Spend my days in ultraviolet rays Fun, fun, fun In the sun, sun, sun We'll lock on course Straight through the universe You and me, and the Galaxy Reach the stage where the hyperdrive's engaged Fun, fun, fun In the sun, sun, sun Fun, fun, fun In the sun, sun, sun
Writer(s): Howard Goodall, Ian Hu Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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