| We’re sitting in the corner
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| Drinking nineteen dollar beer
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| Meatheads are walkin' over here
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| They’re kickin' us out on the town
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| That’s it, fuck the Cambie
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| And bouncers with tiny dicks
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| We’re jumping on the 96
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| We’re going to main street now!
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| Pints of lager overflow
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| Way-hey, Ivanhoe!
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| It is the only place to go
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| Way-hey, Ivanhoe!
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| Now the crew’s getting shitters
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| And I’m lit like a Christmas tree
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| Order two and they bring you three
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| You can’t put a price on your health
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| And the band is jumping
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| And the music fills the air
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| We’re tripping right down the stairs
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| We’re going to main street now
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| Pints of lager overflow
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| Way-hey, Ivanhoe!
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| It is the only place to go
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| Way-hey, Ivanhoe!
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| I know, the city’s down on her dreams
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| But we’ll go out with a shanty and a scream
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| Now the party’s over
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| So we say our long goodbyes
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| Fall right out of paradise
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| They’re kicking us out on the town
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| We don’t look any further
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| When going out into the night
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| Robson’s piss, Granville’s shite
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| We’re going to Main Street now
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| Pints of lager overflow
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| Way-hey, Ivanhoe!
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| It is the only place to go
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| Way-hey, Ivanhoe!
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| I know this city’s down on her dreams
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| But we’ll go out with a shanty and a scream
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| Ivanhoe! |