Whistle I will a merry tune,
Strolling my way down the street,
For here I am over the moon,
Thinking my life is pretty sweet.
Yep, I’m walking without a care,
The birds are singing just for me,
A happy dude is mine to dare,
Of my sorrow I’ve broken free.
And so this tone is mine to set,
I’m the measure of my own man,
And with a smile I won’t forget,
There truly is no better plan.
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