| Oh, pass me a bottle
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| I’m gonna take a swallow
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| This is where a long week ends
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| This is where the fun begins
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| So turn on that radio
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| And put me on cruise control
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| I’m tired of fightin' that wheel
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| Now it’s all downhill
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| 'Cause it’s high time again
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| Gonna slip on off, gonna fly away
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| Gonna sit right here on the porch in the dark
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| A little somethin' to spark up the atmosphere
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| A can of cold beer
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| Yeah, it’s high time again
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| Oh, and problems
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| Yeah, we all got problems
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| But somehow you gotta leave 'em behind
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| Oh, me, I’m forgettin' mine
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| 'Cause it’s high time again
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| Gonna slip on off, gonna fly away
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| Gonna sit right here on the porch in the dark
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| A little somethin' to spark up the atmosphere
|
| A can of cold beer
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| Yeah, it’s high time again
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| I’m shakin' off a heavy load
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| The only way I know
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| It’s high time again
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| Gonna slip on off, gonna fly away
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| Gonna sit right here on the porch in the dark
|
| A little somethin' to spark up the atmosphere
|
| A can of cold beer
|
| Yeah, it’s high time again
|
| Gonna slip on off, gonna fly away
|
| Gonna sit right here on the porch in the dark
|
| A little somethin' to spark up the atmosphere
|
| A can of cold beer
|
| Yeah, it’s high time again
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| Oh, it’s high time
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| Yeah, it’s high time
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| It’s high time |