| Father drove a steamroller
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| Momma was a crossing guard
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| She got rolled when he got steamed
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| And I got left in charge
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| Living in a little town with my pedigree in shards
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| I chopped down a weeping willow tree
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| And built this party barge
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| Ports of call, dayglo bait
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| Why not see a legend while it’s still being made?
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| Things get kind of squirrelly when you’re sleeping in the park
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| Jam too far propagating in the night
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| My colleagues and associates have kicked out all the lights
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| Like I said, they say, nothing stops a party barge
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| «This is lake directory, calling party barge
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| I’m on the phone with pump control, they say you are at large
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| Send us your coordinates, we’ll send a Saint Bernard»
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| Think it’s kind of squirrelly when you’re sleeping in the park
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| Chicken-fried pigeon in a Sonny James sauce
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| Satan’s jeweled lobster has your wife in its claws
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| Like I said, they say, nothing stops a party barge
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| «Send us your coordinates, I’ll send a Saint Bernard
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| Send us your coordinates, I’ll send a Saint Bernard
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| Send us your coordinates, I’ll send a Saint Bernard
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| This is lake directory, calling party barge» |