Rubber Band There's a rubber band that plays tunes out of tune In the library garden, Sunday afternoon While a little chappie waves a golden wand Rubber Band In 1910, I was so handsome and so strong My moustache was stiffly waxed and one-foot-long And I loved a girl while you played tea-time tunes Dear Rubber Band, you're playing my tune out of tune, oh Rubber Band Won't you play a haunting theme again to me While I eat my scones and drink my cup of tea? The sun is warm, but it's a lonely afternoon Oh, play that theme Rubber Band How I wish that I could join your Rubber Band We could play in lively parks throughout the land And one Sunday afternoon, I'd find my love Rubber Band In the '14-'18 war I went to sea Thought my Sunday love was waiting home for me And now she's married to the leader of your band, oh I hope you break your baton
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