| I woke up again this morning
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| With the sun in my eyes
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| When Johnny came over
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| With a script surprise
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| A mafioso story with a twist
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| A too Wong Foo, Julie Newmar hitch
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| Get your ass out of bed, he said
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| I’ll explain it on the way
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| But we did nothing, absolutely nothing that day and I say
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| What the hell was I doing drinking in L.A. at 26?
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| I got the fever for the flavor
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| So the payback will be later, still I need a fix
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| And the girls on the bus kept on laughing at us
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| As we rode on the ten back to Quentin again
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| Flaring out the G-funk, sipping on a juice and gin
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| Just me and a friend, feeling kinda groovy
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| Working on a movie
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| (Yeah right)
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| But we did nothing, absolutely but kiss that day and I say
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| What the hell was I doing drinking in L.A. at 26?
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| I know that life is for the taking
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| So I better wise up and take it quick
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| Some men there wanted to hurt us
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| And other men said we weren’t worth the fuss
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| I could see them all bitching at the bar
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| About the fine line, between the rich and the poor
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| Then Johnny turned to me and he said
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| What do you think we got done son?
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| We’ve got a conclusion
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| And I guess that’s something so I ask you
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| What the hell were we doing drinking in L.A. at 26?
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| I got the fever for the nectar
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| And the payback will be later, still I need a fix
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| Say, ah yeah, well, ah yeah
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| Ah-ah yeah, say ah-yeah, ah-yeah
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| So I ask you
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| What the hell was I doing drinking everyday at 26? |