| I’ve been playing my drums for 25 years
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| Like to bang 'em real loud, then drink a few beers
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| I got the chops to rock you, but I can’t hide or run
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| 'Cause I’m playing Barry Manilow, and having no fun
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| I’m on my boat gig (boat gig)
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| I’m on my boat gig, yeah (cruise ship)
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| Making the bucks
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| Wearing my tux for you
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| Now I’m big and mean, and muscle-bound
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| Got the baddest set of drums in the whole damn town
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| I can slap my snare drum, knock your head right off
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| But I’m using my brushes, 'cause I gotta play soft
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| I’m on my boat gig (boat gig)
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| I’m on my boat gig, yeah (cruise ship)
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| Making the bucks
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| Wearing my tux for you
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| Now, the boat leaves the dock at about a quarter to nine
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| Filled with yuppies dressed proper and fine
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| A wedding reception is tonight’s affair
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| Who got married? |
| I don’t care, no, no
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| Well, you know I gotta feed the kids, gotta clothe da wife
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| Nothing but heartbreak, trouble, and strife
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| So, until I make it, and become a big star
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| You wanna put a little money in my tipping jar?
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| I’m on my boat gig (boat gig)
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| I’m on my boat gig, yeah (cruise ship)
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| Making the bucks
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| Wearing my tux for you, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |