| You won’t see no paparazzi popping pictures of nobody
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| No there ain’t nobody famous round here
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| We don’t drive no Maseratis, ain’t no Cristal at this party
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| Just domesticated ice cold beer
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| All the girls are looking pretty with the blue jeans style
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| Driving all the country boys wild
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| And we’re rolling like Crown on ice
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| Saturday night
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| Queens on our arms, got us feeling like
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| Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight
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| We’re the kings of neon
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| Yeah, we’re the kings of neon
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| We keep that jukebox in the corner
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| Topped up with silver quarters
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| While that needle spins around on that gold
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| And the night’s just getting started
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| They roll out the red carpet
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| When you’re dropping C notes out to billfold
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| Everybody picking up what we’re throwing down
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| Big timing in a small town
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| And we’re rolling like Crown on ice
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| Saturday night
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| Queens on our arms, got us feeling like
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| Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight
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| We’re the kings of neon
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| Yeah, we’re the kings of neon
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| Yeah, we add it up like nobody’s gonna do it better
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| We moving out and we’re gonna make it shine forever, eh |
| And we’re rolling like Crown on ice
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| Saturday night
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| Queens on our arms, got us feeling like
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| Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight
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| We’re the kings of neon
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| Yeah, we’re the kings of neon
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| We’re the kings of neon
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| Yeah, we’re the kings of neon |