| This is the night, the night of the Droogs
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| Another fight, but Droogies don’t fear
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| This is the night, night of the Droogs
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| This is an ode to the Droogies I say
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| Foreign dignitaries come down under to play
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| Ricochet, rebound, split package farce
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| Give us strength to fight another day
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| When we’re on the prowl
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| The nerdies hit the decks
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| Velvet Elvis, gun toting, Bourbon Street wrecks
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| Strength in numbers, fly high
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| Killing east and west
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| Boot ska warriors will always pass the test
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| A steel-toed print on a wilted scene
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| Droogies don’t pick it up. |
| We kick and scream!
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| Gigging hard in your face
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| Weeks of sleeping on floors, creepy crawler space
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| No I’m not a squatter, I’m sure not a fake
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| Just living like an outlaw for music’s sake
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| Snap, crack, broken backs, that’s the way it was
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| Was no playing around, we were out for blood. |
| Blood!
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| Sun goes down. |
| Droogies hit the town
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| Boots are thumping in the pub, we know you hear the sound
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| Night is young and black, Droogies got my back
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| We came out to party but we’re ready to attack |
| This is the night, the night of the Droogs!
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| We claimed our Droogie corner
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| Keeping cool and playing pool
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| But spill my suds, I’ll spill your blood
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| That’s our barroom rule
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| So don’t you come in here
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| And try to strike fear
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| Because in a chug I’ll drain my mug
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| And smash it on your ear
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| We’re only here for lots of beer, the music and the laughter
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| But if your girl gets loud with us it’s you we’re coming after.
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| So realize when we stomp you down and hear your girlfriend scream
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| I7 and the Skoidats make a horrorshow team.
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| Sun goes down, Droogies all around
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| Boots are thumping in the pub, we know you fear the sound
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| Beer will be flowing to all the Skinheads
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| And blood will be flowing like Clockwork Red
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| This is the night, the night of the Droogs
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| Another fight, but Droogies don’t fear
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| This is the night, night of the Droogs
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| Droogies! |