| She don’t like the Toasters or the Skeletones
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| She’d rather pound some beers
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| And listen to the Ramones
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| Hemet backyard parties or hanging out at Johnnie’s
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| «Fucking A/ right man», this is what she says
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| She loves alcohol, not Toots and the Maytals
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| Give her another beer, she’ll kick your face in baby
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| DD don’t like ska, yes it’s true
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| She likes to party like Motley Crue
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| DD don’t likes ska, life’s a bitch
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| She likes to get fucked up and do fucked up shit
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| DD don’t like ska, yes it’s true
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| She likes to party like Motley Crue
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| DD don’t likes ska, life’s a bitch
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| She likes to get fucked up and do fucked up shit
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| No trombones or saxophones
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| Skany guitars will make her groan
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| Smoking weed and not feeling irie
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| Fuck you hippies yelling at parties
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| Sloppy Seconds, Subhumans
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| She’ll sing those songs again and again
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| Come back DD, DD come back to me
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| Let’s Go! |