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Welcome to The Tropical Album by Fletchen Thatcher.
We hope you have a most enjoyable musical experience.
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Bright yellow lemons
Bright green limes
Hanging from the trees
Fruit on the vines
It's a beautiful thing
Watching the fruit swing
Swing in the breeze
With the greatest of ease
Yellow bananas
Orange tangerines
The most beautiful colors
That I've ever seen
It's a wonderful thing
Watching the fruit swing
Swing in the breeze
Temptin the bees
You can make lemonade
Or a key lime pie
A banana split
Or orange juice is fine
It's a beautiful thing
When the fruits in full swing
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I'm on the run
I'm on the run
I'm chasing a lion, hunting him down
I'm on the run
I'm on the run
I'm on the run
Knife by my side and a big old gun
I'm on the run
Lion hunting's frightening
If you don't know what you're doing
I don't know what I'm doing
I'm on the run
I'm on the run
There's a big old lion hunting me down
I'm on the run
I'm on the run
I'm on the run
I'm hiding in the bushes and behind the trees
I'm on the run
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I'm an old old man now in my rocking chair
There ain't much left to do, I just sit and stare
I'm old
Gather around
Let me tell you a tale
Of an island I found
Once when I was assail
Well a little sand crab met me out on the beach
He told me 'This is the one, this is the island you seek'
'This one'
So I bid him farewell and went on my way
And on that island I stayed for over 3,000 days
Those days...
I slept in a hammock set up high off the ground
I was all on my own just tossing thoughts around
Then I got an idea to build statues of sand
Building them up with my own two hands
Just hands
After 3,000 days, there was a city of sand
But it wasn't something that was made for man
Just crabs…
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Just a little north of Johannesburg
On the Indian Ocean coast
There lives a wise old man
Who they say knows the most
He knows population solutions
He knows how the plants grow
He predicts deforestation conclusions
He knows where the animals will go
Adam of Capricorn
Tropical knowledge lord
When you come around to visit him
You'll find him sitting on a rock by the sea
Studying and calculating
the way things should be
He Knows about reptilian biology
And the history of the land
He knows about the ocean's ecology
And the molecular structure of sand
Adam of Capricorn
Tropical knowledge lord
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There's a colorful parrot talking down to me
Speaking my language from high up in a tree
There a lioness lion in the shade on the ground
She's not like the parrot, she doesn't make a sound
In the jungle
In the jungle
There's variety
It's it's own diverse society
There's a man on a hunt carrying a spear
And when he gets sad, he sheds a tear
There's a snake up in a tree about the height of a ladder
He never gets sad, cause nothing's ever the matter
In the jungle
In the jungle
There's variety
It's it's own diverse society
There's a pirate on the coast sailing into shore
If he doesn't find a treasure then he's journey's a bore
There's a monkey on the beach carrying a diamond ring
He says "It's just a part of matter. It doesn't mean a thing."
In the jungle
In the jungle
There's variety
It's it's own diverse society
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What a beautiful flower...
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Big-Slow-Henry
Henry the Elephant
Lumbers along
Tooting a song
Big-Old-Henry
Henry the Elephant
Sleeps all day
Snoring away
Henry knows a whole lot
And he looks just like a teapot
Henry's been around the whole block
And he'll be sure to brag alot
Big-Bold-Henry
Henry the Elephant
Boss of the land
Head of the band
Big-Dumb-Henry
Henry the elephant
Fell asleep in the lake
Got bit by a snake
Henry knows a whole lot
And he looks just like a teapot
Henry's been around the whole block
And he'll be sure to brag alot
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I'm going down underwater
I'm going down for a dive
Down in the colorful coral
Where everything is alive
I'm going swimming with guppies
I'm gonna earn their trust
Down in the colorful coral
Their friendship is a must
Fish all around
Not making a sound
Fish in motion
Down in the ocean
I'm going deeper and deeper
Down to a cave in the sea
Away from the colorful coral
To find what is waiting for me
There's an old shipwreck in the entrance
And onboard a piano
A fish is following me
the one they call danio
Fish all around
Not making a sound
Fish in motion
Down in the ocean
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