If I had the wings of a buzzard
Up to the woods I would fly
There to remain as a buzzard
Until the day that I die.
Chorus, oolala, oolala, oola
Oolala, oolalalay
Once more, oolala, oolala, oola
Until the day that I die, I die.
Then you sing about flutterby, skeeter, Aeroplane
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