Through Many Years

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Octopus's garden I'd like to be under the sea In an octopus's garden in the shade He'd let us in, knows where we've been In his octopus's garden in the shade I'd ask my friends to come and see An octopus's garden with me I'd like to be under the sea

I'm the only one down here Who's got nothing to say About the war Or the rice That keeps going astray on its way to Bombay. And the smog that keeps polluting up our shores Is boring me to tears. Why don't you call me, Miss O'Dell? I'm the only one do