| Well I walked up to the bar
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| I laid down my platinum card
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| Then I ordered fifty longnecks for my new friends
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| Well the barmaid passed them out
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| And before we chugged them down
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| I held mine up and
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| Said here’s to us and then
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| Well this blonde slid up to me
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| Said that was awful sweet
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| Then I saw her boyfriend
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| As wide as he was tall
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| Well he broke up our hug
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| With a six foot, five inch shove
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| And I found myself slammed up Against the wall
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| Why does everybody want
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| To kick my ass
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| I’m just trying to have a little fun
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| For all the ones who can’t
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| And just because I kiss the prettiest girls
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| And I drive my truck to fast
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| Why does everybody want
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| To kick my ass
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| Well I’ve never been the type
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| To walk up and pick a fight
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| I’ve always been the kind to get along
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| I throw parties all the time
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| And there always on my dime
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| We drink and dance and smoke until the dawn
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| Well my style of stress relief
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| Sometimes disturbs the peace
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| The police show up And cut donuts in my yard
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| And while the Zeppelin’s playing loud
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| They run off my party crowd
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| They cuff up my wrist
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| And throw me down so hard
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| Why does everybody want
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| To kick my ass
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| I’m just truing to have a little fun
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| For all the ones who can’t
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| And just because I kiss the prettiest girls
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| And I drive my truck to fast
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| Why does everybody want
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| To kick my ass
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| And just because I kiss the prettiest girls
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| And I drive my truck to fast
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| Why does everybody want
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| To kick my ass |