| I want to build a jumbo ark
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| A stretch 747
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| And with the grace of God
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| I will win my place in heaven
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| Mr. Boeing can you hear me now?
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| Way up there in Seattle
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| You better sit your big self down
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| ‘Cause I’m about to make your phone line rattle
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| Get busy with your peppy team
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| And your compass and protractor
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| ‘Cause I’m sent here to contract ya
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| To construct this winged thing
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| I want to build a jumbo ark
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| A stretch 747
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| And with the grace of God
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| I will win my place in heaven
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| We’re talking ‘bout an aquaplane
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| With its floats made out of liners
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| And a hold like Carolina
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| For the load it must contain
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| Don’t tell me that it can’t be done
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| ‘Cause we’re living in the eighties
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| Boy we will not me mateys
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| Unless we do this winged thing
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| I want to build a jumbo ark
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| A stretch 747
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| And with the grace of God
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| I will win my place in heaven
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| Information I have received
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| From let’s say higher sources
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| That leads me to believe
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| That heavy weather is around the bend
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| The clouds are gonna bump and grind
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| And down will rain destruction
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| But with the aid of our construction
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| We’ll survive and thrive again
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| I want to build a jumbo ark
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| A stretch 747
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| And with the grace of God
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| I will win my place in heaven
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| I want to take the ape and the kangaroo
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| From out the wild and out of the zoo
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| I’m gonna have to take extra cattle and swine
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| ‘Cause the beasts on each other do love to dine
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| Every fish, fowl, thing that howl
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| Will all be kicking up a hell of a row
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| When I build a jumbo ark
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| A stretch 747
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| And with the grace of God
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| I will win my place
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| I want to build a jumbo ark
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| A stretch 747
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| And with the grace of God
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| I will win my place in heaven
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| And with the grace of God
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| I will win my place in heaven
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| And with the grace of God
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| I will win my place in heaven |