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Lyrics Love : Not in Nottingham : Oo-de-lally "Love" Love, It seems like only yesterday, You were just a child at play, Now you're all grown up inside of me, Oh, how fast those moments flee Once we watched a lazy world go by, Now the days seem to fly, Life is brief, but when it's gone, Love goes on and on Love will live, Love will last, Love goes on and on and on Once we watched a lazy world go by, Now the days seem to fly, Life is brief, but when it's gone, Love goes on and on 
"Not in Nottingham" Every town, Has its ups and down, Sometime ups, Outnumber the downs But not in Nottingham, I'm inclined to believe, If we were so down, We'd up and leave We'd up and fly if we had wings for flyin', Can't you see the tears we're cryin'? Can't there be some happiness for me? Not in Nottingham
"Oo-de-lally" Robin Hood and Little John, Walkin' through the forest, Laughin' back and forth, At what the other'ne has to say, Reminiscin', This-'n'-thattin', Havin' such a good time, Oo-de-lally, Oo-de-lally, Golly, what a day Never ever thinkin' there was danger in the water, They were drinkin', they just guzzled it down, Never dreamin' that a schemin' sherrif and his posse, Was a-watchin' them an' gatherin' around Robin Hood and Little John, Runnin' through the forest, Jumpin' fences, dodgin' trees, An' tryin' to get away, Contemplatin' nothin', But escape an' fin'lly makin' it, Oo-de-lally, Oo-de-lally Golly, what a day, Oo-de-lally, Oo-de-lally, Golly, what a day
"The Phony King of England" Oh the world will sing of an English King, A thousand years from now, And not because he passed some laws, Or had that lofty brow, While bonny good King Richard leads, The great crusade he's on, We'll all have to slave away, For that good-for-nothin' John Incredible as he is inept, Whenever the history books are kept They'll call him the phony king of England, A pox on the phony king of England! He sits alone on a giant throne, Pretendin' he's the king, A little tyke who's rather like, A puppet on a string, And he throws an angry tantrum, if he cannot have his way, And then he calls for Mum while he's suckin' his thumb, You see, he doesn't want to play Too late to be known as John the First, He's sure to be known as John the worst, A pox on that phony king of England! While he taxes us to pieces, And he robs us of our bread, King Richard's crown keeps slippin' down, Around that pointed head Ah! But while there is a merry man, in Robin's wily pack, We'll find a way to make him pay, And steal our money back The minute before he knows we're there, Ol' Rob'll snatch his underwear, The breezy and uneasy king of England, The snivellin' grovellin', Measly weasely, Blabberin' jabberin', Gibberin' jabberin', Blunderin' plunderin', Wheelin' dealin', Prince John, that phony king of England, Yeah!
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