| I’m still young at heart, I play the part
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| I feel so good, I feel so good
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| When Madison Square Garden
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| No longer screams for me
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| (Now)
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| And the record company
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| Don’t send no Limos for me
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| (No, no)
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| And the young girls
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| They think that I’m too old
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| I know I’ll be okay when
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| I think of the young days, the young days
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| With a mike and a guitar
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| I used to racket on any stage, any stage
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| From the hood to the suburbs in a theater near you
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| The big neon lights whenever we came through
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| People pushing through like they don’t no what to do
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| Bouncers screaming, «Hey, hey, hey
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| Ain’t no pushing to the back of the line
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| Don’t you know everybody’s bound to get in?
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| Wait your turn, ticket holders are first on the line"
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| But it made me feel special
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| When a hundred girls rushed that door
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| Ignored what the bouncers say
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| They went to the club screaming 'Tom'
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| It made me feel special when they say
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| «DJ, play this request», all right
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| Thinking of my younger rowdy days
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| I know my people say
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| Come rush the door, we gonna bomb rush the door
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| (Rush)
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| Come rush the door, we gonna bomb rush the door
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| (Rush)
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| Come rush the door, we gonna bomb rush the door, hey, hey, hey
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| (Rush)
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| Come rush the door, we gonna bomb rush the door
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| (Rush)
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| Come rush the door, we gonna bomb rush the door
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| (Rush)
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| Come rush the door, we gonna bomb rush the door, hey, hey, hey
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| When I look in your eyes that’s the only stars I see
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| And I go through New York with no security
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| And on the billboards I’m no longer number one
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| I know I’ll be okay when
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| I think of the young days, the young days
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| With a mike and a guitar
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| I used to racket on any stage, any stage
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| From the hood to the suburbs in a theater near you
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| The big neon lights whenever we came through
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| People pushing through like they don’t no what to do
|
| Bouncers screaming, «Hey, hey, hey
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| Ain’t no pushing to the back of the line
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| Don’t you know everybody’s bound to get in?
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| Wait your turn, ticket holders are first on the line"
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| But it made me feel special
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| When a hundred girls rushed that door
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| Ignored what the bouncers say
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| They went to the club screaming 'Tom'
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| It made me feel special when they say
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| «DJ, play this request», all right
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| Thinking of my younger rowdy days
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| I know my people say
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| Come rush the door, we gonna bomb rush the door
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| (Rush)
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| Come rush the door, we gonna bomb rush the door
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| (Rush)
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| Come rush the door, we gonna bomb rush the door, hey, hey, hey
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| Come rush the door, we gonna bomb rush the door
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| (It was young and rowdy)
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| Come rush the door, we gonna bomb rush the door
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| (Now I’m old and rowdy)
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| Come rush the door, we gonna bomb rush the door, hey, hey, hey
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| (As long as I stay rowdy, nothing’s gonna be cloudy)
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| I know I’ll be okay when
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| I think of the young days, the young days
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| With a mike and a guitar
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| I used to racket on any stage, any stage
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| From the hood to the suburbs in a theater near you
|
| The big neon lights whenever we came through
|
| People pushing through like they don’t no what to do
|
| Bouncers screaming, «Hey, hey, hey
|
| Ain’t no pushing to the back of the line
|
| Don’t you know everybody’s bound to get in?
|
| Wait your turn, ticket holders are first on the line"
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| But it made me feel special
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| When a hundred girls rushed that door
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| Ignored what the bouncers say
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| They went to the club screaming 'Tom'
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| It made me feel special when they say
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| «DJ, play this request», all right
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| Thinking of my younger rowdy days
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| I know my people say
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| Come rush the door, we gonna bomb rush the door
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| (Rush)
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| Come rush the door, we gonna bomb rush the door
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| (Rush)
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| Come rush the door, we gonna bomb rush the door, hey, hey, hey
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| Come rush the door, we gonna bomb rush the door
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| (Rush)
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| Come rush the door, we gonna bomb rush the door
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| (Rush)
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| Come rush the door, we gonna bomb rush the door, hey, hey, hey
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| It was good in sixty-five, it was good in sixty-six
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| It was good in sixty-seven, I felt I was in heaven
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| It still feels good after all these years
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| Now we’re in a new millennium
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| I can dig it, I still dig it, I still do it
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| 'Cause I love it, yes, I do |