| We sit on the curb drinkin' our cans
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| Tryin' to blag it in to see the bands
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| We come here for this music tonight
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| And we are gonna dance until the mornin' light
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| Nobody wanna be fussin' nah fightin'
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| We just fillin' up the toilet wall with writin'
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| We come for the sound that we know is true
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| With a handful of weed and a brew
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| Mr. music man, sing it back to me
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| Mr. music man. |
| Yeah
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| Mr. music man, sing it back to me
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| Mr. music man
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| The band they come and say that they no wanna play ska
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| Them a-wanna play emo 'cause that gonna go far
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| See them a-always followin' the new comin' trend
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| Them a-got no soul, them a-so shameless
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| And when the dust clear, you can be sure that
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| I still be here skankin' in my porkpie hat
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| Just a-drinkin' me brew an a-smokin' my grass
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| This ain’t a t-shirt man, this is my heart
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| Mr. music man, sing it back to me
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| Mr. music man. |
| Yeah
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| Mr. music man, sing it back to me
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| Mr. music man |