| Well The Kid and me were the team to beat
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| We could stand up to the big boys,
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| generate some heat
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| and we never thought nothin' about
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| livin on the streat back then.
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| Yes sir, we lied a little,
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| and we maybe stole some
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| sayin «Southern CA here we come»
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| and we took off down the highway sayin'
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| never goin' back again
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| Chorus:
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| It was on the first day of summer
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| we were the number one outfront runner
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| On the first day of summer
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| nothin feels the same
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| and it feels so good
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| It was on the first day of summer
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| It was on the first day of summer
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| On the first day of summer
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| the whole world knows your name
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| and it feels so good
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| Now the kid was drivin and I rode shotgun
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| we were splittin up the money
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| from our number ones
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| beatin' time to the radio
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| Yes I’m gonna be someone
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| Campin' by the road out in Santa Fe
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| The kid stole the keys and he drove away
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| I wound up washin' dishes at a a Holiday Inn
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| sometime I wonder what became of him
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| repeat chorus |