| One o’clock in the mornin',
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| people pilin' into the door.
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| Drinks are still comin' in and
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| I’m barely hummin' and the
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| audience is screamin' for more.
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| Somebody’s locked in the bathroom,
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| manager can’t find the key.
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| I pay that man but from where I stand,
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| it’s lookin like a pris’ner is me.
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| So won’t you kick it in second wind
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| we got two more hours to go.
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| Is there anymore hope of scorin' anymore coke,
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| and we’ve still got to do another show.
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| My mind started to wander,
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| In the middle of the second song
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| Dreamin' I was at sea, just my baby and me
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| when the words started coming out wrong.
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| Waitresses are pickin' up glasses,
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| The bartender screamed last call.
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| When I looked to my right I saw a terrible sight
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| And the bass man took a bad fall.
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| It’s three o’clock in the mornin',
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| runnin' on adrenalin.
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| What I’m tryin to say is that tomorrow’s the day
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| And we’ve got to do it over again. |