| Three in the morning and I gotta be someplace
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| I don’t remember where
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| Friends try to make me stay or call me a cab home
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| I grab my keys and a beer
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| The cops they took my license away
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| But I got my car out of impound today
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| And I’ve been drunk since last saturday
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| You’d better stay outta my way
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| I drink and drive
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| Feel so alive
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| I’m doin’ninety-five
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| I drink and drive
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| I feel so alive
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| I drink and drive
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| Early morning and the freeway’s deserted
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| Like it’s all mine
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| I’m trying to set a new drunken speed record
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| But I can’t drive a straight line
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| Flashing lights
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| Split the night I’m tossing bottles as I swerve to the right
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| Now Ive slammed my face into the back of a big-rig
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| At least you’ll never catch me you fucking pigs
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| Designate someone other than me
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| I’m so drunk I can hardly see
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| Another shot of jager and I turn the key
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| I got so many places to be
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| I drink and drive
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| Feel so alive
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| I’m doin’ninety-five
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| I drink and drive
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| I feel so alive
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| I drink and drive
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| When I’m on a binge, my friends all cringe
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| They won’t drive at night
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| Cause down at the freeway it’s such a fright
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| But I think I drive alright
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| The cops they took my license away
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| But I got my car out of impound today
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| And I’ve been drunk since last saturday
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| You’d better stay outta my way
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| I drink and drive
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| Feel so alive
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| I’m doin’ninety-five
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| I drink and drive
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| I feel so alive
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| I drink and drive
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| When I’m on a binge, my friends all cringe
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| They won’t drive at night
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| Cause down at the freeway it’s such a fright
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| But I think I drive alright |