| Well they’re out in the yard
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| Said it took them all night
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| Over the hillon a prayer and a pill
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| To the fifth one down on the right
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| Time to take a vacation
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| Where there’s only one station
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| You can tan up your shoulders
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| And see how it goes
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| At your own private beach that fills up with a hose
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| Got a fifty foot trailer
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| And we’re painting it red
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| With a cowboy, a sailor, and a canopy bed
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| No mother, no jailer
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| And they’re keeping me fed
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| At the Reseda Casino and Bar
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| Well they’re wet and they’re shaking
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| Haven’t had a bite
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| In a bit of a jam
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| 'cause the black Trans Am Had the windows broken out last night
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| Time to take a vacation
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| Get a standing ovation
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| You can keep your illusions
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| And borrow my clothes
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| In total seclusion
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| 'Cause nobody knows
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| About the fifty foot trailer
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| Is it all that we said?
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| No mother, no jailor
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| And we’re keeping you fed
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| At the Reseda Casino and Bar
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| Ride Tony Alva Skateboards
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| Pack your best black t-shirt and cords
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| Play Ozzy Osbourne records
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| Oh and if you’d like to know
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| What ever happened to R.J. |
| Dio
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| He’s in the fifty foot trailer
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| And we’re keeping him fed
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| With a cowboy, a sailor, in a canopy bed
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| No mother, no jailor, is it all that we said?
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| At the Reseda Casino and Bar |