| Pay-day Friday and the weekend’s here,
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| I’ve been workin' all week tryin' to pay for this gear
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| gonna raise Hell on Union Street,
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| thirteen guys and a packet of three.
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| And if I don’t get laid I’ll sure die tryin',
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| tonight this city’s gonna be all mine.
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| I wanna talk about motorbikes, cars and things,
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| no sophistication or designer jeans.
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| I’m no angel, but I know what I like,
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| a little rough and tumble on a Friday night.
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| I’m like a cornered rat, I gotta explode.
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| Goodbye baby don’t know when I’ll be home.
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| Tora, Tora, Tora, out with the boys,
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| Tora, Tora, Tora, out with the boys,
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| Tora, Tora, Tora, out with the boys tonight.
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| By eleven o’clock I’ll be flyin' high,
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| ain’t nothing in the world that I won’t try.
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| Jimmy got smashed, took his trousers off,
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| Barman said, «You boys have had enough.
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| Join the army, get yourself a decent job.»
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| Indecent exposure in a parking lot.
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| Tora, Tora, Tora, out with the boys,
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| Tora, Tora, Tora, out with the boys,
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| Tora, Tora, Tora, out with the boys tonight.
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| Tora, Tora, Tora, out with the boys,
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| Tora, Tora, Tora, out with the boys,
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| Tora, Tora, Tora, out with the boys tonight.
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| Bundle on the dance floor, a jaw got bust.
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| Swear to God that it wasn’t one of us.
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| A seven foot bouncer called the police,
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| we got pulled in for disturbing the peace.
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| Well if you can’t take a joke
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| then there ain’t no point in living,
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| Sunday morning I woke up laughin'.
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| Tora, Tora, Tora, out with the boys,
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| Tora, Tora, Tora, out with the boys,
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| Tora, Tora, Tora, out with the boys tonight.
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| What d' you say?
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| Tora, Tora, Tora, where’s my old man?
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| Tora, Tora, Tora, where’s my old man?
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| Tora, Tora, Tora, out with the boys.
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| Tora, Tora, Tora, out with the boys,
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| Tora, Tora, Tora, out with the boys,
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| Tora, Tora, Tora, out with the boys tonight.
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| Tora, Tora, Tora, out with the boys.
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| Tora, Tora, Tora, out with the boys,
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| Tora, Tora, Tora, out with the boys,
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| Tora, Tora, Tora, out with the boys tonight.
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| playing fast, ain’t it |