| It’s late, and the week-end's near
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| You could say I can’t wait
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| Till the gang gets here
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| Eight, and the Angels are roaring
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| Shining those dips
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| Straight line for the strip
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| If I back out
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| Fake a black out
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| At my night on the chicken run
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| Need some moonshine
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| Doctor goodtime
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| Keeping my nerves in line
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| Down on the run
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| Cy, the pack leader’s wild
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| Even preaches to ride
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| In a Brando style
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| Fast, two shadows are closing
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| Passing like knives
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| Short cut on our lives
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| If I back out
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| Fake a black out
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| At my night on the chicken run
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| Needs some moonshine
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| Doctor goodtime
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| Keeping my nerves in line
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| Down on the run
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| When the boys are called together
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| To hand me out a feather, I’m through
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| Sweating in my leather so I guess it’s now or never
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| Something I’ve gotta do, just gotta do What I gotta do It’s late, and the week-end's near
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| You could say I can’t wait
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| Till the gang gets here
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| Eight, and the Angels are roaring
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| Shining those dips
|
| Straight line for the strip
|
| Shining those dips
|
| Straight line for the strip
|
| Passing like knives
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| Short cut on our lives
|
| Shining those dips
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| Straight line for the strip |