| The party’s over
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| And a new day begins
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| Now is the time
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| For confessing our sins
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| Maybe we ate a little too much
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| Or drank a little too much scotch
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| And I guess the entertainment
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| Got a little out of hand
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| Judging from the hole in my crotch
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| I feel like hell today, but last night, hey
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| Weren’t we hale and hearty?
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| All in all, I really got to say
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| It was a Grand Old Party
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| We donned our disguises, ate appetizers
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| Talked 'til our teeth got numb
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| Johnny Walker ran free
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| 'Til he crawled out the door
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| Then we started on rum
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| I guess I knew I should have refused
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| That one last Skogan McCarly
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| But despite the mess, I must confess
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| It was a Grand Old Party
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| Oh, I’ve heat seeking whistles
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| And misguided missiles
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| I guess they went a little too far
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| When a backseat snuggle
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| Turned into a struggle
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| And totaled my car
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| Now most of my friends
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| Will never speak to me again
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| But love is never saying you’re sorry
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| At the end of the day I really got to say
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| It was a Grand Old Party
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| Now sometimes I dream that my life is a trial
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| My friends and all my family are there
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| Load of dirty laundry are fallin' all around me
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| I’m hiding under my chair
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| If you are what you eat, then I’m dead meat
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| And lord knows I’ve been naughty
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| In the depths of disgrace I rest my case
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| It was a Grand Old Party |