| My baby told me she would meet me on the street
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| Stood behind a lamppost, I could only see her feet
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| Now I’m not one to grumble, don’t want to be a bore
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| But that silly bitch Jane Fonda’s got a lot to answer for
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| Told the women of the world that the only way to win
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| Work out `til you burn out and you’ll get super slim
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| I rushed her to the restaurant and called the maitre d', oh help me
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| Fill her up, fill her up
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| Load up, load up
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| Fill her to the top
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| Fill her up, fill her up
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| Keep it coming, keep it coming
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| Never let it stop
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| We staggered from the restaurant feeling in the pink
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| I slipped into the liquor store and gave the man a wink
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| My baby got the shivers, said you’ve got to stop and think
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| What you’re doing to your body with this evil demon drink
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| Said the poison that you’re buying gonna eat away your brain
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| I said you’d better listen up before you go insane
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| Knocked her off her soapbox, rushed her to the bar, and shouted
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| Fill her up, fill her up
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| Down `em, drown `em
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| Fill her to the top
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| Fill her up, fill her up
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| Keep `em coming, keep `em coming
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| Never let them stop
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| That’s right, one more
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| Tequilla sunrise with a little umbrella on it
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| Okay, encore
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| A bloody mary with a little shot of bourbon on the side
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| Too many moaning minnies
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| They’re out to spoil our fun
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| Watch out for sister anna
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| She’s the one who bangs the drum
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| Bang the drum
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| Now you may think i’m worried by the screwballs that i meet
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| Just to prove i’m not i’ll throw a party in the street |