I’m going to the top of the hill

And by hook or by crook

I’ll get there,

I will

It’s sunny at the top of the hill

With sun beds and free beer

And friendly people

With goodwill

And cheer

When I get there

I’ll relax for a while

And contemplate my climb.

Now I’ve reached the summit

Things can never be the same

And I can only go downhill

Again.

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