| My boys all clap when the bass drum blasts
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| We’re gonna tie one on again
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| The snare kick hats gonna bring the summertime back, love
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| Didn’t we do it then?
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| Oh, we’re gonna tie one on again
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| We’d better call chris, chris is gonna get you on the list
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| We’re gonna rock for free tonight
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| The bands are hit and miss but we’re gonna get pissed
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| No matter who it is
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| The soundman sweats, if the P.A.'s wrecked
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| There’ll be hell to pay tonight
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| But the P.A.'s fine (we turn it up louder) the P.A.'s fine
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| Oh
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| I’m gonna drink a street beer on the way to meet my honey
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| We’re gonna ball tonight, ain’t gonna spend no money
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| Cause the front man, baby, from the first band is dressed like stephen tyler
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| We’re gonna drink their rider
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| The home town’s proud and this tiny crowd says the night’s not over yet
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| So we turn it up louder (we turn it up louder) we’re gonna turn it up louder
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| Something happens whenever you call my name, call it out again
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| There’s something happening, how do i make it plain? |
| let my lovin' in
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| It’s not my choice honey when i hear your voice
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| I’ve got to run to it, i’ve got to come for your loving
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| I’m still recovering, nothing has been the same
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| C’mon say my name again
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| I just want to party, get drunk tonight with you
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| I want to get loaded, and watch the shit you do
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| Lover wear your white dress, cover me in kisses
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| Someone get a waitress to help my Mrs
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| This is just started, someone sing a broken hearted tune
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| I want to dance with you |