| Trip Report: The Ripped Report
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| Yeh, hahaha
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| Can’t fucking remember when it happened
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| But I bogged a whole bunch of shrooms and rolled a fucking cigarette
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| Decided to take my dog Pipi for a walk
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| And I smoked that cigarette
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| I walked down the street
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| Pipi took a weirdly timed shit
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| At which point I bagged it and flipped it in the bin
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| I ran into a guy called Peter and his dog called Moe
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| Moe’s a Burmese fighting Asian canine breed
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| Canine breed?
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| Did I say that right?
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| Anyway, Moe’s been doing alright
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| He’s got a fucking fucked lung
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| Bit of cancer on the spleen
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| 580 bucks of medicine every 14 days just to keep the canine out of the hospital
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| Peter reckons that Moe’d do the same for him
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| And I wonder if he would do the same
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| His fucking story
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| Anyway, got me thinking about man’s humanity, man’s best friend
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| Man’s said humanity to man
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| Fuck it’s pointless
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| Maybe that shit’s… genius
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| That shit is genius
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| A yo-yooo
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| Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yoooo
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| Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yoooo
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| Yo-yo-yo-yo-yoooo
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| So I’m in the car
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| Listening to some Dream Theatre
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| On my way to Smith Street
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| Bowie’s riding shotgun
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| Pull up at a set of lights
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| Some shtickhead with no shirt on offers to wash the windshield for me
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| But it’s already clean
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| So I shake my head: «No thanks mate»
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| And he washes it anyway
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| So I think to myself: you weaselled me you bastard
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| And then I say it out loud just like that
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| And he hears me
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| So I reach in my pocket and I give him some change and we head off
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| At the coffee shop
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| Go to order a latte
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| And guess who’s got no change left in their pocket
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| Minimum eftpos $ 10
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| You weaselled me you bastard
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| A yo-yooo
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| Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yoooo
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| Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yoooo
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| Yo-yo-yo-yo-yoooo
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| Yeah, we’re standing at the airport check-in
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| It was either Beijing or Shanghai
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| Returning home after like 2 weeks of complete chaos and debauchery
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| And Jules lights up a smoke, at the counter, at the airport
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| I guess in only 2 weeks we’d adopted some of those local attitudes
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| For example: if you ain’t smoking a ciggie in this very moment then you are
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| doing it wrong
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| We sat down at a cafe destroyed and tired
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| I looked up from my beer and I saw this old as fuck couple
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| They grabbed my attention as the dude had a Nat Geo backpack, circa 2005
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| It was the same one I had
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| Respect
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| Yeah, the old couple who looked as depleted as I felt
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| They looked each other in the eye and they never broke a gaze
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| After all these years they still hung on each other’s words
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| It may seem cliche, but it made me smile at least
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| Fuck time; |
| love rules
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| A yo-yooo
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| Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yoooo
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| Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yoooo
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| Yo-yo-yo-yo-yoooo |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trip Report , by - The Bennies. Song from the album Natural Born Chillers, in the genre Ска