| All types of travelers from near and far
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| Come to get a drink at Orlando’s bar
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| On a lovely patch of grass in a land far away
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| Only those who have directions are allowed to drink and stay
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| On the stage is a man with a flawless reputation
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| He’s the king of the jam drunk on many situations
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| And his friend stage right is a dobro sensation
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| Almost every single night he gets a standing ovation
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| All across the land they were selling out shows
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| With the sickest and the quickest riffs that everybody knows
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| They chose their name in no time flat
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| They decided on Jamflowman McGrat
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| And as the night goes on and the drinks get stronger
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| The crowd gets drunk and the band gets louder
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| But no one seems to mind as they played their favorite songs
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| Now everybody raise your glass
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| It’s time to sing along
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| Hey
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| Da-da-da-da-da
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| Da-da-da-da-da
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| Da-da-da-da-da
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| Daaah
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| Da-da-da-da-da
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| Da-da-da-da-da
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| Da-da-da-da-da
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| Daaah
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| Da-da-da-da-da
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| Da-da-da-da-da
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| Da-da-da-da-da
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| Daaah
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| In hopped a creature up to the bar
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| With a big head of dreads and a great big jaw |
| His wings were well hidden and his roots locked up tight
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| He’d been flying for months with no end in sight
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| He said «Barkeep now I need to drink my fill
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| Give me sour milk from some big birds bill»
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| And as the night went on he drank and danced and sang
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| Old Frankie was the happiest he’d ever been
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| And in the seat to his left was a mess of a man
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| Haunted by a quest in a foreign land
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| He was the greatest knight the king had ever seen
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| He defeated evil Zeus with his brother Meebs
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| He liked his scotch well aged with some Sour D
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| And was known to hit the dance floor occasionally
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| He jumped right up and said «I love this song»
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| Then Tibby grabbed Frankie and they sang along
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| Hey
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| Da-da-da-da-da
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| Da-da-da-da-da
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| Da-da-da-da-da
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| Daaah
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| Da-da-da-da-da
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| Da-da-da-da-da
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| Da-da-da-da-da
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| Daaah
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| Da-da-da-da-da
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| Da-da-da-da-da
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| Da-da-da-da-da
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| Daaah
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| In the corner of the bar sits a man drinking tea
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| With a whole lotta stories of his time as a thief
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| In his youth he was king with his friend named Dean
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| They take your money take your pride and all your precious things |
| Eventually they made enough to go legit
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| Buying up the corporations that made him sick
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| He retired at the age of 33
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| And spent the rest of his life doing what he pleased
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| At the middle of the room is a man fulla gloom
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| 'Cause the ladies did not want to dance
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| No matter how hard he tried not a girl alive
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| Would consider his romance
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| With a boat made for tugging and a face full of greens
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| Old Cabbage did not stand a chance
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| But as he heard a song, a familiar tune
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| Him and Carter got up and danced across the room
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| In the land of Beethoven & Greene
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| (Da-da-da-da-da)
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| There’s a bar for the flourishing scene
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| (Da-da-da-da-da)
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| In the midst of the mist unseen
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| (Da-da-da-da-da)
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| All the patrons can Relax and Dream
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| (Daaah)
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| Relax and Dream
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| (Da-da-da-da-da)
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| Open your eyes to see
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| (Da-da-da-da-da)
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| Let the beauty all around
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| (Da-da-da-da-da)
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| Fill your heart up with the sound
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| (Daaah)
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| In the land of Beethoven & Greene
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| (Da-da-da-da-da)
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| There’s a bar for the flourishing scene
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| (Da-da-da-da-da)
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| In the midst of the mist unseen |
| (Da-da-da-da-da)
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| All the patrons can Relax and Dream
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| (Daaah) |