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Martin Dean Sittin On Top Of The World

: I'm sitting on top of the world, Just rolling along, just rolling along. I'm quitting the blues of the world, Just singing a song, just singing

: I'm forever blowing bubbles, Pretty bubbles in the air, They fly so high, Nearly reach the sky, Then like my dreams They fade and die. Fortune's always

Everyone knows she's a rambling rose, she's a beauty growing wild Birds in their nests seem to whistle their best Mother Nature's favorite child She'

I'm sitting on top of the world Just rollin' along, just rollin' along And I'm quittin' the blues of the world Just singin' a song, just singin' a song

I'm sitting on top of the world, Just rolling along, just rolling along. I'm quitting the blues of the world, Just singing a song, just singing a song

I'm sitting on top of the world, Just rolling along, just rolling along. I'm quitting the blues of the world, Just singing a song, just singing a song

I'm sitting on top of the world, Just rolling along, just rolling along. I'm quitting the blues of the world, Just singing a song, just singing a song