| Ready?
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| No
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| Oh!
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| *whistling Scrappy Doo* Puppy, power!
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| *beatboxing like a pro*
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| Okay, hello!
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| Watch your drin. |
| WHAT? |
| Watch your drink!
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| No no. |
| I think I’m too late, am I too late?
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| Hit it!
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| I’m coolin in the sun, on a beach in the cabana
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| Sippin on some vodka in a glass with Tropicana
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| I’m chillin and I’m chompin on a turkey shish-ka-bob
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| Too far from work to hear the phone ring at the job
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| Men in bikinis, G-strings should I say
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| Waitin for the daddy-LONG-one to come my way
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| Here he comes now, I feel I start to sweat
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| Blunder but I wonder just how wet will I get
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| He offers me his hand, of COURSE you know I take it
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| Until he tells me that he wants to swim a little naked
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| My eyes are bulgin, I black out, damn it’s black as tar
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| Woke up I don’t know when, sittin at the bar
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| I know it’s hard to follow, the story’s kinda tricky
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| What I didn’t know was somebody slipped a Mickey
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| Into my drink, which caused a fantasy
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| And somehow slapped me back into reality!
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| Wish I had another Mickey I’d go back for a quickie
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| Find the daddy-long-one that was SURELY tryin to get me
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| This just goes to show, you must stop and think
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| When you’re out partyin, never leave your drink.
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| WORD! |