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Wilson Brian That Lucky Old Sun

I got a notion we come from the ocean and God Almighty passed his hands on the water Pure Pacific, as azure as the sky Perfect for fish, making a wish

man Mexican, Mexican, Mexican Girl Dance your way into my world (Te quiero) Hey bonita muchacha Don't-cha know that I want-cha Hey bonita muchacha I need to know that

Turns up the volume and shows off its rays Another Dodger-blue sky is crowning L.A. The City of Angels is rushed every day That lucky old sun smiles on

Just now I was thinkin' bout another perfect day, Wishin' it would come again your way Down below a sparkled city scatters by the bay Tells you your

lining, Lift me up to Paradise (lift me up to paradise). Show me that river, why don't you take me across, Wash all my troubles away, I know that lucky old sun

They have the good kind They have the good kinda love. The sun keeps on shining He rolls around heaven above A little bit o' lovin' And a-kissin' and a-huggin' That