| The beards club stood
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| In the middle of town
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| And if you didn’t have a beard
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| You were’nt allowed
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| At eighteen years old
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| Billie couldn’t grow a beard
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| He wanted one badly
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| He’d been trying for years
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| Billy couldn’t even grow a simple goatee
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| And the bouncers always said
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| No beard, no entry
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| By the time that he was twenty
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| Billy managed a beard
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| It was patchy and mangy
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| But it got him in
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| He walked up to the bar
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| And pulled up a seat
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| The bearded man behind the bar said
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| What’ll it be
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| Billy flashed a beard and smiled and said
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| I’ll have a pint
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| The barman flashed one back and said
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| Welcome inside
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| Welcome to the beards club
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| Welcome to the beards club
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| Welcome to the beards club
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| Come the fuck inside
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| Well everything was going fine
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| 'til in walked a guy
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| He had a beard down to his chest
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| He was seven feet high
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| The barman said
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| Hey I don’t want a scene
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| But the giant bearded man
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| Walked up to billy
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| The giant pointed at Billy’s face and said
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| You call that a beard?
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| He grabbed Billy by the throat and said
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| Get out of here
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| Stay away from the beards club
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| Stay away from the beards club
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| Stay away from the beards club
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| Stay the fuck away
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| Well the giant bearded man
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| Was gonna throw billy out
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| But Billy had come this far
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| He wasn’t giving up now
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| He grabbed the giants beard
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| And he tore it away
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| And everybody stared at his baby smooth face
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| The giants fake beard fell down
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| Down to the floor
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| The barman turned to the giant and said
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| Sorry, you’re not welcome here any more
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| Stay away from the beards club
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| Stay away from the beards club
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| Stay away from the beards club
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| Stay the fuck away
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| Welcome to the beards club
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| Welcome to the beards club
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| Welcome to the beards club
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| Welcome to the beards club
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| Beards |