| Your lower back, your lower back
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| Don’t worry baby, I won’t resuscitate
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| Dumb buzzard luck don’t give a fuck
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| Don’t worry baby, stand up If they treat you rough in the evening
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| You’ll be alright by the morning
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| Why would you do this it’s so god damn demeaning
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| Your lower back haunts me every time I come
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| Your lower back your lower back
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| Baby stand up Oh and don’t make a peep, don’t even squeak
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| Don’t fight it baby, be sweet
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| If they rough you up in the evening
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| You’ll get’em back by the morning
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| Why would you do this it’s so goddamn demeaning yeah
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| Your lower back haunts me every time I come
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| If I lose my lunch over dinner
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| That southern drawl is getting thinner
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| And I don’t like it when rough stuff gets too gruesome
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| Your lower back haunts me every time I come |