I got a two ton wreck wrapped around my neck
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A weekend bender, on busted suspender
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I've aged three years, cried a couple of tears
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I told the judge I couldn't remember
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When i saw you
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Where you were
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Who you were with
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I only wish that you'd both come forward
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And try to surrender
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I told the judge i couldn't remember
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And as you are answering all of their questions
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I have just got one suggestion
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Try not to stutter (x3)
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I was Joe Cool for an indian summer
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A camp fire wag, a long distance runner
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I had the big eyes following my every move
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But I couldn't let down or I'd lose
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There was a snot nosed kid trying to blow my cover
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If they won't buy that I'll tell them another
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Then two of the boys shut down my noise
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The one with the van and his brother
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I casually mentioned a couple of kilos
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An unspoken challenge, OK hero
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Try not to stutter (x3)
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[aaaahhhh!]
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She was too off-base to know the meaning of fear
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With her cut-offs swaying from here to here
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The music's her maker, the giver the taker
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That's what i hear
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She smiled so fine, but not very friendly
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With a studied wink, "Oh Baby, you send me!"
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You've got a box full of trophies that's what i hear
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And as you try to fashion the perfect line
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There's just one thing to keep in mind
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Try not to stutter (x3)
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Aaahh!
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(You can mutter soft and low, mumble mumble so they think you know,
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but there's just one thing that has got to go)
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Try not to stutter (x3)
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Oh-oh!
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Oh-oh!
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Oh-oh!
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[oh-oh]
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[oh-oh]
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Gaahh...
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Try not to stutter
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| NoMeansNo |
