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Never get to bed before sunup, |
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alway get caught in the rain; |
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sometimes I might get in trouble, |
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never was one to complain. |
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Now gentleman, you must agree |
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ain't it worth it when you're out on cloud thirty-three |
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to be stone cold sober again, |
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down in the alley again, |
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stone cold sober again. |
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Never found a dime in a gutter, |
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always get my best friends drunk. |
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If the pres'dent tries to call me, |
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say ' Rodney, come on over for lunch'; |
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I'd say, ' Gentlemen, exuse me please |
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but I'm busy with my buddies up on cloud thirty-three.' |
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Yeah, stone cold sober again, |
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down in the alley again, |
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stone cold sober again. |
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Sunday is a drag, so forget it, |
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Monday you can make up for that; |
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Tuesday, take a taste for dinner, |
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if you're all right spend it in bed. |
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But on Thursday prepare for your weekend |
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and let Friday disappear into Saturday mornin' |
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when you're stone cold sober again, |
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down in the alley again, |
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stone cold sober again. |
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stone cold sober again, |
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down in the alley again, |
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stone cold sober again. |
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I don't mind stone cold sober again, |
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down in the alley again, |
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stone cold sober again. |