| I woke up with a smile on my face
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| Grabbed my hat and coat and rushed out at a pace
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| Skipped to the bus, the driver knew
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| He said, «Son, today you must be buying a new shoe.»
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| Up to the store and straight to the counter
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| She asked my size and width, I said it didn’t matter
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| «For this new shoe will hold rums to consume.»
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| She said «Ok, I’ll arrange them by volume.»
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| We drink, we drink, we drink from our shoe
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| Fill it up to the brim with the finest kind of brew
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| We drink, we drink, we drink from our shoe
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| Slam it down, war the crown and salute the crw
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| Sporting my new shoes I went out for a run
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| Ran to the park, saw a race had just begun
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| The judge said to me, «Join the race you’ll have a blast
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| I bet with those new shoes you’ll run extra fast.»
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| After my big win it was time to celebrate
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| A wench caught my eye who was keen to consummate
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| Our tongues interlocked and our soles intertwined
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| As we cheers our shoes and skulled the victory wine
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| We drink, we drink, we drink from our shoe
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| Fill it up to the brim with the finest kind of brew
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| We drink, we drink, we drink from our shoe
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| Slam it down, wear the crown and salute the crew
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| «Alright, Neil Rummy Rackers, you know what to do, mate
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| Take off your right boot, fill it up to that brim and cheers. |
| Woohoo!»
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| We drink, we drink, we drink from our shoe
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| Fill it up to the brim with the finest kind of brew
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| We drink, we drink, we drink from our shoe
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| Slam it down, wear the crown and salute the crew
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| We drink, we drink, we drink from our shoe
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| Fill it up to the brim with the finest kind of brew
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| We drink, we drink, we drink from our shoe
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| Slam it down, wear the crown and salute the crew |