Every sha-la-la-la,

every wo-wo still shines.

Every shing-a-ling -a-ling,

that they re starting to sing,

so fine.

When they get to the part

where he s breaking her heart,

it can really make me cry.

Just like before,

it s yesterday once more.

(Shoo-bee-do-lang -lang,

shoo-bee-do-lang-lang.)

Looking back on how

it was in years gone by,

and the good time that I had,

makes today seem rather sad;

so ged.

It was songs of love

that I would sing to them,

and I d memorize each word.

Those old melodies still sound so good to me,

as they melt the years away.

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