Verse 1:
I was roaming round the neighborhood on a Tuesday afternoon
I spied a man playing a garbage can with a rusty silver spoon
He said do you know my secret, son, I said I must be on way
Then suddenly it rained on me, and that’s when I heard him say
Chorus:
Who am I? Who are you?
Do-prah-di, do-prah-do
Life is but a song
And everyone needs someone to sing along
Verse 2:
I thought that I was dreaming when my weary eyes did spy
Despite the rain, he kept on playing, his clothes were warm and dry
I ran and found me shelter in an old ramshackle shed
Twas there I met butterfly who winked at me and said
Chorus:
Who am I? Who are you?
Do-prah-di, do-prah-do
Life is but a song
And everyone needs someone to sing along
Verse 3:
I wanted to go home, I’d had a weird and awful day
Far and wide I wandered but I couldn’t find my way
I wound up at the bus stop feeling tired and all alone
I waited for the driver for to come and take me home
The bus was late, my anguish great, I howled right at the moon
To my surprise the moon howled back, her voice was soft and true
She said it’s mighty fine here in the sky, though lonesome to be sure
Maybe you could come and join me?
I laughed and smiled at her, and I said
Chorus:
Who am I? Who are you?
Do-prah-di, do-prah-do
Life is but a song
And everyone needs someone to sing along
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