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We're sitting in the corner |
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Drinking nineteen dollar beer |
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Meatheads are walkin' over here |
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They're kickin' us out on the town |
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That's it, fuck the Cambie |
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And bouncers with tiny dicks |
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We're jumping on the 96 |
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We're going to main street now! |
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Pints of lager overflow |
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Way-hey, Ivanhoe! |
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It is the only place to go |
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Way-hey, Ivanhoe! |
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Now the crew's getting shitters |
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And I'm lit like a Christmas tree |
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Order two and they bring you three |
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You can't put a price on your health |
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And the band is jumping |
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And the music fills the air |
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We're tripping right down the stairs |
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We're going to main street now |
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Pints of lager overflow |
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Way-hey, Ivanhoe! |
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It is the only place to go |
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Way-hey, Ivanhoe! |
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I know, the city's down on her dreams |
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But we'll go out with a shanty and a scream |
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Now the party's over |
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So we say our long goodbyes |
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Fall right out of paradise |
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They're kicking us out on the town |
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We don't look any further |
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When going out into the night |
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Robson's piss, Granville's shite |
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We're going to Main Street now |
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Pints of lager overflow |
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Way-hey, Ivanhoe! |
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It is the only place to go |
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Way-hey, Ivanhoe! |
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I know this city's down on her dreams |
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But we'll go out with a shanty and a scream |
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Ivanhoe! |
