.The man with the watermelon slice.

...And everybody had a sliece, it was a watermelon dream.
Ain't nothin' sweeter than a watermelon dream, when life is really sweeter than it seems. 

Then a little after sundown we'd be runnin out of steam, 

so we'd light a roman candle and try to hold on to the dream.
Maybe slip out behind a car, take a little tastes from a jar,
then just lay back and count the stars...



Meanwhile, I will se you at my dreams, far away... Watermelon Man.





...That's called a watermelon dream.

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