| Gorgeous Georgie had his way with all the dames
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| They were staring at his end zone, no sugar for William
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| The barge is shutting down, see him swearing, I’m not caring
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| I’m just drilling holes in perfect moronic days
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| Poor old Jethro nailed down to his job
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| See him sweating, not forgetting
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| You’re not with him
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| You’re cruising with the bad kids in town
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| I’m not telling lies you’re shelling
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| We are Bismarck, go hide, you had a choice idea
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| It’s not the way you do, it’s not the way you do
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| It’s not the wave you threw, it’s not the wave you threw
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| Poor, poor Ginger, she makes an appearance again
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| She is sleeping with my cousin
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| He’s down with soft rap
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| That snip, snip bad trip left him alone
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| He’s waiting outside to make her his bride
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| She left him with your brother
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| And a man who’s named Clyde
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| So long for semi-moronic haze
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| You’re driving for the dust, you’re driving for the dust
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| You’re driving for the dust, you’re driving for the dust
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| You’re driving for the dust
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| You’re driving for the dust |