| It’s half past nine on Thursday night and Paul has taken off
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| He pulls down on the throttle and makes quick work of the Boss
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| As nicotine, a sea of green, and patrons fill the lodge
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| 4 lost souls in Ohio won’t make it to Woodstock
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| A trip through time it’s 69' the fire in his throat
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| Has you wondering if he was the man they tied to the whipping post
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| ‘Cause they don’t make 'em like this anymore
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| With guts on the floor and a violent roar
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| Goddamn the businessman don’t wanna make it at all
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| Just wanna make last call at the international
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| The International Hotel
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| As Greasy runs the patrons hum and Bucky’s up to bat
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| The kid from Howell begins to growl at unbreakable glass
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| The boy named Tom, cried long Live Rock it’s never gone, gone, gone
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| At capacity or with empty seats the show rambles on
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| ‘Cause they don’t make 'em like this anymore
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| His Guts on the floor and a violent roar
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| Goddamn the businessman don’t wanna make it at all
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| Just wanna make last call at the international
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| International Hotel
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| International Hotel
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| You know there was a time when it was live
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| The band would really play before you paid to see karaoke and suicide charades
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| When it gets bleak take a trip with me up north is where it’s at
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| These places ooze working man blues the king would tip his cap
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| ‘Cause they don’t make 'em like this anymore
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| With guts on the floor and a violent roar
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| God damn this business, man don’t wanna make it at all
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| Just wanna make last call at the international
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| The International Hotel
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| The International Hotel (Oh well) |