| First we get some surgery,
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| Lose the kids then our identities.
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| But one thing I know for a fact,
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| Moustache stays right where it’s at.
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| REO Speedwagon, Kansas to Boston.
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| My ankle bracelet, already gone and lost it.
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| Them yellow jackets keep the tired man from slacking.
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| Stole my Camaro, primer gray.
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| Took my suitcase, all my pay
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| Ain’t got no tailights, grill full of fur.
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| How could you do this to me man so close to being cured?
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| We should get together and talk it over
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| At the Detroiter.
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| Delaware Destroyers, rocking with Dokken.
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| You front the money and I’ll do all the talking.
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| Them Yellow jackets keep the tired man from slacking.
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| Stole my Camaro, primer gray.
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| Took my suitcase, all my pay
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| Ain’t got no tailights, grill full of fur.
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| How could you do this to me man so close to being cured?
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| Come a little closer honey, I won’t bite ya.
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| One more lager and I might learn to like ya.
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| Stole my Camaro, primer gray.
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| Took my suitcase, all my pay
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| Ain’t got no tailights, grill full of fur.
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| How could you do this to me man so close to being cured? |
| (2x) |