We drive all night through rain,
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We drive a van that's plain,
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You'll never believe who's in it.
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We come from miles afar,
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We hang in smokey bars,
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17th smoke is in it.
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Big boobs and balls-out crowds,
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Your sister's screaming loud,
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Movin' her pelvis to it.
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We're shouting on the stage,
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Expelling senseless rage,
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The taxi'll take you to it.
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My hands are feeling skinned,
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I want to be let in,
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Heard some good things about it.
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Our buzz won't let us be,
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We've got to be set free,
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Kickin the bass'll do it.
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A beer bong set you straight,
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My stomach's so irate,
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B-linen for the toilet.
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Come back a brand new soul,
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Stuffin' a different hole,
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Partyin' peeps'll do it.
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The beat is kickin in,
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We've got a second wind,
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Stuffin z-nose with bullet.
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Although it's getting late,
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There's something on your plate,
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The waitress'll bring you to it.
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Partyin' Peeps
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| Umphrey's McGee |
