| My hurricane party got outta control
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| I’m lying in the gutter eatin' tootsie rolls
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| With red ant bites all over my ass
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| Beating on my buddies with a baseball bat
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| We had a little party me and my friends
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| A hurricane was coming to New Orleans again
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| Somebody brought scotch somebody brought beer
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| I shoulda' kept the hooch and thrown’em outta here
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| A friendly game a penny a hand
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| Smoke a cigar act like a man
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| Waintin' for the gale force winds to blow
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| Shuffle up the cards and let the liquor flow
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| My hurricane party got outta control
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| I’m lying in the gutter eatin' tootsie rolls
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| With red ant bites all over my ass
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| Beating on my buddies with a baseball bat
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| Somebody’s girlfriend showed up by surprise
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| With cookies in her hands and dollar signs in her eyes
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| I started dipping her cookies in scotch
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| Well she won all my money and my pocket watch
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| Well I passed out and I woke up
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| The house was empty and so was my cup
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| From out on the front porch I heard them shout
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| I wish they’d come in so I could throw them out
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| My hurricane party got outta control
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| I’m lying in the gutter eatin' tootsie rolls
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| With red ant bites all over my ass
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| Beating on my buddies with a baseball bat JTG!
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| Everybody’s wrestling out in the dirt
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| I laughed so hard till my stomach hurt
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| They saw me clean they heard me laugh
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| They started charging at me and I grabbed the bat
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| My hurricane party got outta control
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| I’m lying in the gutter eatin' tootsie rolls
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| With red ant bites all over my ass
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| Beating on my buddies with a baseball bat
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| Beating on my buddies with a baseball bat
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| Beating on my buddies with a baseball bat
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| I used to know the way to Fenway Park! |