| I got pockets full of money,
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| You know I’m gonna do it right.
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| I wanna smoke (smoke!), choke (choke!),
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| Rest and rock 'n' roll all night.
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| I’m a weekend raver (a weekend raver)
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| Stoned as a Turk—alright! |
| (stoned as a Turk)
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| And that’s stoned!
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| Say, good booze and bad women,
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| Never fails to work!
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| Yes I’m a weekend raver,
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| For twenty-four hours get ripped (get ripped!)
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| I’m rubbin' shoulders with the roadies
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| While the groupies knock down and turn tips
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| By night I’m a rambler (tonight I’m a rambler)
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| By day I’m a Turk! |
| (day I’m a Turk!) (that's right!)
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| Good booze and bad women
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| Never fails to work (never fails to work!)
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| I, I got a pain in my head,
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| A sunken look around my nose.
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| Have to get myself together,
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| Have to face them «Monday morning slows"—oh yes!
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| I’m a weekend raver (weekend raver),
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| On my way to work (on my way to work).
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| Sure do feel bad!
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| See, good booze and bad women
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| Never fails to knock the feet from underneath ya…
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| And it’s steerin' ya…
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| Good booze and bad women
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| Never fails to work! |