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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
