| On my way from work, I’m on the 80 bus,
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| It’s crowded as hell, someone’s raising up a fuss,
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| Shove past an old man and take the last free spot,
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| I lean back in my bucket seat and check out what I’ve got,
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| Sparkle in my eye, smile on my face,
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| Slicked back hair, gotta keep up with the pace,
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| Cheap smelling perfume is drifting here and there,
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| I open up a window 'cause it’s really hard to bear
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| All I need is a look in my direction,
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| Take another peek at a wonderful complection,
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| All this stress makes me suffer indigestion
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| Hey, won’t you notice, spend a moment in reflection
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| You’ll always find me hanging around,
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| Playing pool at Gert’s and drinking 'till I drown,
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| A leisure suit, I can’t get dusty,
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| Karaoke mic, you know my singing’s rusty,
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| Friday night is here, and I’m on the move,
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| Fall down some stairs, and roll me up a dube,
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| Rev up the engine of my shiny Trans-am,
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| I guess I never realized that I’m my only fan
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| You’ll always find me hanging around,
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| Playing pool at Gert’s and drinking 'till I drown,
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| A leisure suit, I can’t get dusty,
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| Karaoke mic, you know my singing’s rust |