| I was a boy, I was a good little boy
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| A very good boy when I was ten
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| Well I was quiet as a mouse at my Grandma’s house
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| It was just me and a friend
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| He said take a big drink up above the sink
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| There was a bottle on the very top shelf
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| I took a big chug-a-lug then I hit the rug
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| And he left me there by myself
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| Whoa my mind’s moving kinda slow there must be
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| Must be something in the water
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| Whoa this thing follows me wherever I go there must be
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| Must be something in the water
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| I was a boy, I was a very good boy
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| A very good boy at seventeen
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| I saw a sight under the main street light
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| She was the cutest thing I ever seen
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| Every time I tried to throw her a line
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| Well my knees they just got weak
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| And I was passed a cup so I drank it up
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| And I was face down on the street
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| Whoa this thing follows me wherever I go there
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| Must be must be something in the water
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| Whoa my mind’s moving kinda slow there
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| Must be must be something in the water
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| Well I’m older now and I don’t know how
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| But ten years they gone and came
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| My wife she left what’s left of my life
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| Just a spinnin' down the drain
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| But I still got my buddies and I still got my pals
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| And I still got my buddies and I still got my pals
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| I said there must be, there must be something in the water |