| Clark was at home brewing his own beer
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| And we were all amazed that he could steer
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| With his hand in a sling
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| And his heart on his sleeve
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| Then he backed the trailer up
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| And somebody yelled «bottoms up»
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| And that just opens another can of worms
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| Yeah it’s true we drive real crummy cars
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| But the ziggens, they don’t live too far
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| And after all
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| You said you might not be right through with me
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| Do you wanna call it quits?
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| Are you tired and sick?
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| Oh baby do you wanna… call it quits?
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| We feared the talk of a backlash
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| So we took the wallets
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| And we emptied the cash
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| And where’s a cop?
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| When you need one
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| Breakfast, lunch, and dinner’s a loss
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| The snots with hairs
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| Let’s split the cost
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| And you can say
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| You got some musturd right here
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| Do you wanna call it quits?
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| Are you tired and sick?
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| Oh baby do you wanna… call it quits?
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| Christmas came
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| And it went so fast
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| Im glad we made the time last
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| We needed those times
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| To be fishing off the pier
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| And when we got hoem we was amazed
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| At the counter top
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| And with all of us amazed
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| It dried itself
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| In the shape of a christmas tree
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| Do you wanna call it quits?
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| Are you tired and sick?
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| Oh baby do you wanna… call it quits? |