| See a shiny silver keg, it’s as big as a whale!
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| And it’s full of Bass Ale!
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| Some sorority girls, yeah, I count about 20!
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| So come on! |
| And don’t bring any beer money!
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| Well 5:00 and the weekend’s in sight
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| But what’s to do on a Thursday night?
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| 16 skins and a broken down car
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| No booze, no girls, no money for the bar
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| When down the street walk a couple of chaps
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| With little Greek letters on their baseball caps
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| Yappin' and flappin' 'bout the party going down
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| Oh that’s right, this is a college town!
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| An end to our frustration!
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| Don’t need an invitation!
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| So with street under boot, we’re hot in pursuit
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| And set upon the village set to pillage and loot
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| Big, Greek letters hanging over the door
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| Fools behind it don’t know what’s in store
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| We roll through the door, and ain’t that a bitch:
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| A forest full of Gap and Abercrombie & Fitch!
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| But no one says a thing to us, perhaps out of fear
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| So half of us go for the girls, the rest go for the bseer
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| Don’t mind the staring faces!
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| We’ve found our beer oasis!
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| Just look the other way…
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| …when we enter the door and empty your keg!
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| …when my hand is sliding up your girlfriend’s leg!
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| …your beer or your life, we’re not too demanding!
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| …and at the end of the night you’ll still be standing!
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| As the night moves along, the beer flows strong
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| There’s low-cut jeans and high-jacked thongs
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| Street battle stories told loud and proud
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| From sloppy, drunken mouths to a captive crowd
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| Frat boys challenge us to drinking games
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| We rise to the occasion and we put 'em all to shame
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| No «chug! |
| chug! |
| chug!» |
| for the neighborhood thugs
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| So put away your dixie cup, we brought our gallon jugs!
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| A thaw in our relations!
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| Made through inebriation!
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| We came! |
| We saw! |
| We drank! |
| We flirted!
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| Now the beer is gone the place will be deserted!
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| Thanks from the bottom of our beer guts
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| We’re going back to Welton Street to sit on our butts
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| And if a few Theta girls come with us
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| No need to make a fight, no need to make a fuss
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| You’ll know where to find 'em at half-past-two:
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| On the walk-of-shame home from the neighborhood crew!
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| Got just what we were needing!
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| And until our next meeting… |