Traffic on Snowdon in 1947 |
They paved paradise, put up a parking lotWith a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swingin' hot spot
Don't it always seem to goThat you don't know what you've got 'til it's goneThey paved paradise, put up a parking lot(Ooh, bop-bop-bop-bop, ooh, bop-bop-bop-bop)
They took all the trees put 'em in a tree museumAnd they charged the people a dollar an' a half just to see 'em
Don't it always seem to goThat you don't know what you've got 'til it's goneThey paved paradise, put up a parking lot(Ooh, bop-bop-bop-bop, ooh, bop-bop-bop-bop)
Hey farmer, farmer put away that DDT nowGive me spots on my apples, but leave me the birds and the beesPlease
Don't it always seem to goThat you don't know what you've got 'til it's goneThey paved paradise, put up a parking lot(Ooh, bop-bop-bop-bop, ooh, bop-bop-bop-bop)
Late last night I heard the screen door slamAnd a big yellow taxi took away my old man
Don't it always seem to goThat you don't know what you've got 'til it's goneThey paved paradise, put up a parking lot (ooh, bop-bop-bop-bop)
I said don't it always seem to goThat you don't know what you've got 'til it's goneThey paved paradise, put up a parking lot (ooh, bop-bop-bop-bop)They paved paradise, put up a parking lot (ooh, bop-bop-bop-bop)They paved paradisePut up a parking lot
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