| They’re rattling their rapiers
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| And prancing in their livery
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| They’re howling at the gates again
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| Hot time in the olde town tonight
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| Get yourself together
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| And meet me at the magazine
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| We’re gonna have a reckoning
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| Hot time in the olde town tonight
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| Tonight, Tonight,
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| We’re gonna make it our own
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| But we’re gonna do it right
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| Tonight, Tonight,
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| We’re gonna make it our own
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| But we’re gonna do it right
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| Rally round the bannerman
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| Fire up the the forge
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| And muster at the cannery
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| Hot time in the old town tonight
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| Keep your wits about ya when
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| We turn it up and fall upon
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| The auld sworn enemy
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| Hot time in the old town tonight
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| Tonight, Tonight,
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| We’re gonna make it our own
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| But we’re gonna do it right
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| Tonight, Tonight,
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| We’re gonna make it our own
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| But we’re gonna do it right
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| This is our house
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| Are you ready for the fisticuffs
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| The fuss, the muss, the row, the fray?
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| Hot time in the old town tonite
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| This is our house
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| Take your medicine
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| And fly the fiddlin' fuck away
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| From whence you came
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| Hot time in the old town tonight
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| Tonight, Tonight,
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| We’re gonna make it our own
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| But we’re gonna do it right
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| Tonight, Tonight,
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| We’re gonna make it our own
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| But we’re gonna do it right |