Aha Aha
Say goodby to Syracuse
She can dance away my blues
I was a big boy up 'til then
Aha Aha
I wanna be rich and famous
I wanna be just the same as
The stars that shine
on the Christmas tree
Aha Aha
Say hello to Mrs. Foster
She wanna know how much it cost her
She only lay and whispered why
Aha Aha
I wanna be rich and famous
I wanna be just the same as
The stars that shine
on the Christmas tree
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