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| Spread your wings and start them flapping Lift your feet and set them tapping, | |
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| Start right now and do that Heaven Hop, Hop, the Heaven Hop! | |
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| Wag your ankles to that meter, Let your shoulders gently teeter, If you want to please Saint Peter, | |
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| Take up the Heaven Hop. When the ankles play low On their harps of gold, Kneel and pray low, Then get up and shake your halo. | |
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| Let that rhythm filter through yuh, Till you holler “Hallelujah.†| |
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| Start right now and do that Heaven Hop, That Heaven Hop! | |
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