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What about a holiday
Just the eight of us
You and me and all the Stones
Wouldn’t want to leave them out
Couldn’t find a nice bunch
But you can’t expect them to
Navigate the boulevards on their own
Those sweet Rolling Stones
Gosh, we better go hold their hands
While they cross the street
What about a holiday   Just the eight of us   You and me and all the Stones   Wouldn’t want to leave them out   Couldn’t find a nice bunch   But you can’t expect them to   Navigate the boulevards on their own   Those sweet Rolling Stones   Gosh, we better go hold their hands   While they cross the street