| Strap on that there jammy pac.
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| Get a grip on your soul.
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| Sip on that there family flask,
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| And I’ll guide you towards the door.
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| She don’t feed me in the mornin',
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| And I can’t take no more!
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| So strap on that there jammy pac,
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| And get up off my floor.
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| Strap on that there jammy pac
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| And slide a double dime my way.
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| Dry off your distributor cap,
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| And hip me to the game you play.
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| She’s jonesin’for a jammy
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| With a girl that I call Tammy,
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| So strap on that there jammy pac,
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| It’s time for you to pay.
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| Strap on that there jammy pac.
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| She hypnotized one dude.
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| Stains you like a heart attack.
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| Van Winkle says Fuck you.
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| Never made me no supper.
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| A boy like me needs it, too!
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| So strap on that thar jammy pac,
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| It’s time to pay your due. |