| i’m meeting my buddies out on the lake
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| we’re headin out to a special place
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| we love that just a few folks know
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| there’s no signing up, no monthly dues
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| take your johnson, your mercury or your evinrude and fire it up meet us out at party cove
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| come on in’the waters fine
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| just idle on over and toss us a line
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| basstrackers, bayliners and a party barge,
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| strung together like a floating trailer park anchored out and gettin loud
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| all summer long side by side there’s five houseboat front porches astroturf,
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| lawn chairs and tiki torches
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| regular joes rocking the boat that’s us the redneck yacht club
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| bermuda’s’flip-flops and a tank top tan
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| popped his first top at ten a.m., thats bob
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| he’s our president
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| we’re checking out the girls on the upper deck rubbin’in 15 spf, its hot
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| everybody’s jumpin’in
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| later on when the sun goes down
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| we’ll pull out the jar and the old guitar
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| and pass’em around
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| repeat chorus
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| when the party’s over and we’re all alone
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| well be making waves in a no wake zone
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| repeat chorus |