| All the party people still asleep
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| I’m tip toeing trying not to make a peep
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| Put the TV on low then I take a seat
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| The party’s over, I wish I could stay a week
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| They knocked out early, how I stay awoke
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| My dream boat’s broken, now they stay afloat
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| My dream car’s broken and I need a lift
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| And how much Hennessy? |
| Do you plead a fifth?
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| A loose narrative and not quite a plot
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| I put it in the oven 'til it’s nice and hot
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| I cook it 'til it’s something that I like a lot
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| Then try to skip it on the water like a rock
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| And I’ve been sleep through all of it, I’m still amazed
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| A thirty year hypnosis and it’s still a haze
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| They left me in the living room to chill for days
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| It’s time for me to overthink a million ways
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| I wanna open up a skull, but why?
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| I’ll just be a mix of Martin Mull and Plies
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| So you can sleep 'til sleepy people multiply
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| Nobody ever listens to a lullaby
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| Play fair, stay there |