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West side girl, goin to an east side bar |
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West side girl, goin to an east side bar |
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No damn good could come of this |
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Those west side lips in an east side kiss |
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West side girl, goin to a east side bar |
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Tonight it's gonna all hang out |
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Someone's in without a doubt |
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When a west side girl is goin to an east side bar |
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Buckshot Bob, sugarbaby on the prowl |
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Buckshot Bob, sugarbaby on the prowl |
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The music's playin loud as hell |
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Her motivation's is hard to tell |
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Buckshot Bob, sugarbaby on the prowl |
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Scooter D, gettin' cruder by the hour |
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Scooter D, gettin' cruder by the hour |
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He's a flannel totin' east side hick |
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He's starin' and a-winkin' at that west side chick |
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Scooter's gettin' ruder by the hour |
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Tonight it's gonna all hang out |
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Someone's in without a doubt |
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When a west side girl is goin to an east side bar |
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Now Buckshot Bob is sick of sippin on his Bud |
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Now Buckshot Bob is sick of sippin on his Bud |
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He's standing up to make his play |
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Scooter's gets in Bobby's way |
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Now Buckshot Bobby reaches for his empty Bud |
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And now he smash that bottle on the bar |
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As Scooter grabs the pickle jar |
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And chucks it right at Bobby's fumin' face |
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He misses by a mile or two |
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The barkeep grabs his 22 |
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And a-Bobby and a-Scooter went a-runnin' from that place |
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I sat my ass, down beside the west side girl |
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I sat my ass, down beside the west side girl |
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I said, "well, this has been a crazy night, |
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Well baby, won'tcha-come-on-home-with-me tonight?" .... |
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Now I got a west side girl, gonna rock my east side world |
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Now I got a west side girl, gonna rock my east side world |
