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Stumbled my way on the darkest afternoon |
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I got a beer in my hand |
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And I'm draggin' a stoogie too |
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The back of my brain is tickin' like a clock |
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I simmer down gently but boil on what the **** |
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Get back 'cause I'm feelin' good tonight |
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Get back 'cause I'm feeling right |
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Trouble is a word that starts with a capital T |
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I refer myself to the word 'cause I'm so keen |
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Little do they know that I'm struttin' such a style |
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It makes the trouble in me all worth the while |
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So get back 'cause I'm feelin' good tonight |
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Get back 'cause I'm feelin' right |
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There goes Billy and Susie walkin' hand 'n hand |
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I quickly caught up slurring yo what's the plan |
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They had fear in their eyes and bellies that ran like dogs |
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I barrelled down laughing screaming Susie |
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You forgot your clogs |
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Well, Old Mr. Heffer |
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I'm really pleased to meet you |
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I didn't mean to scare your blue-eyed-child |
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But billy wouldn't talk to me |
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And Susie wouldn't look at me |
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It made me so doggone crazy |
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I had to chase them for a mile |
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All I wanted was change for a buck |
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Well I'm back and I'm feelin' good tonight |
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Yea I'm back and I'm feelin' right |
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So get back 'cause I'm feelin' good tonight |
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Get back 'cause I'm feelin' right |
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Jesus |
