| Billy’s called, he’s got the van
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| And ian’s got a set of drums
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| And i borrowed this old guitar
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| We’re hoping some day we’ll all go far
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| And maybe we’ll write a tune
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| And drive in a limousine
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| See our picture in a magazine
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| So won’t you be there
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| Cum hear the band on friday night, oh yeah
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| Cum hear the band it’ll be alright, oh yeah
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| And baby it’s you that’s got me burnin’inside
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| So cum hear the band it’ll be alright, it’ll be alright
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| Cause baby it’s you, that keeps me so turned on Baby it’s you, seein’me right when i’m wrong
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| And i can’t keep it inside, cause i won’t know till i’ve tried
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| So baby, whatcha want me to do
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| We practiced hard to get it on Working to get it strong
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| Now i just want you to hear
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| But it won’t work if you’re not there
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| So please don’t take too long
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| I’m waiting with a song
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| So won’t you please be there
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| Won’t you be there
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| Cum hear the band on friday night, oh yeah
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| Cum hear the band it’ll be alright, oh yeah
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| And baby it’s you that’s got me burnin’inside
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| So cum hear the band it’ll be alright, it’ll be alright
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| It’ll be alright, it’ll be alright |