Way back in 1982...
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My friends and me, We had some work to do
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But still we stuck to our guns
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And made a whole lot of fun
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Af those who toed the line
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As we all bent the rules.
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But now there's nothing left to do.
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Brakes failed and the car kept driving.
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Back-up plan fell through.
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Better call the cops 'cause you know we're not stopping.
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Call the scrubs
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When the quarterback chokes and you're in trouble.
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Call the scrubs
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'Cause it's shirts and skins and we're in warm-ups.
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Call the scrubs
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From the punk rock bars to the high school halls,
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A wealth of rising possibilities...
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A royal society of weirdos, losers and freaks.
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Their fashion sense can be bad,
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But that's okay with me.
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I'll tell you what I will do,
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I'll pay my membership dues
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And watch you spin your wheels And lose your fuel
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And now there's nothing left to do.
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Brakes failed and the car kept driving.
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Back-up plan fell through.
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Better call the cops 'cause you know we're not stopping.
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Call the scrubs
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When the quarterback chokes and you're in trouble.
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Call the scrubs
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'Cause it's shirts and skins and we're in warm-ups.
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Call the scrubs
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From the punk rock bars to the high school halls,
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A wealth of rising possibilities...
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And the coach is there, but he knows not what to do
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And the newspaper says that the first string sucks
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but don't look now, Captain of the B-team's
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Got a good plan and intends to keep it.
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Two men out, batter's passed out,
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Takes a look around and the kids are screaming...
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Call the scrubs
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When the quarterback chokes and you're in trouble.
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Call the scrubs
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'Cause it's shirts and skins and we're in warm-ups.
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Call the scrubs
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From the punk rock bars to the high school halls,
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A wealth of rising possibilities...
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Cap'n Scrub
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Pain (American Band) |