| Just across Tomorrow Mountain
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| There’s a happy city, they say
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| Where the people are grand and time is planned
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| So it’s Christmas everyday
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| 'Neath the scotch and soda fountain
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| There’s a treat in store for us guys
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| Under cigarette trees, we’ll take our ease
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| While the cops fan off the flies
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| There you will be a lucky sinner
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| With no conscience for your guide
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| Each horse you pick will be a winner
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| And the doors of every bank are open wide
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| Far across Tomorrow Mountain
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| There’s a life that’s fancy and free
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| On a platinum street we’ll plant our feet
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| It’s the land that’s fair to see
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| Won’t you hurry there with me?
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| Just across Tomorrow Mountain
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| Every girl is Queen of the May
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| And the kitchens, I’m told are lined with gold
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| And there ain’t no bills to pay
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| Can’t you cross that distant mountain
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| Where it rains Chanel No.5?
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| And the gutters, I think are paved with mink
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| And the diamond bushes thrive
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| Pigs trot around already roasted
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| Won’t you have a slice of ham?
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| Marshmallows bloom, already toasted
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| And the clouds are made of marmalade and jam
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| Can’t you see Tomorrow Mountain?
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| Can’t you watch it glimmer and glow?
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| It’s a wonderful town that’s upside down
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| And it’s full of easy dough
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| Won’t you pack your bags and go? |