| I woke up and had a drink
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| Had another and it made me think
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| It seems to me, that there used to be
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| A lot more friendly little bars in this town
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| A place where they knew you, and you knew them
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| Where drinks were cheap and men were men
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| You don’t have to go home but you can’t stay here
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| Its 2am and you’re drunk full of beer
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| We love you but you have to go
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| So what I want to know is where are all the old man bars?
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| And every night, there’d be a fight
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| And then we’d drink until we couldn’t talk
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| But talk is cheap and so am I
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| I’m happy when the shots all cost a buck
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| You don’t have to go home but you can’t stay here
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| Its 2am and you’re drunk full of beer
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| We love you but you have to go
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| So what I want to know is where are all the old man bars?
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| Ah the breakfast of champs, the hair of the dog
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| The slap of the chimp, the splash of the log
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| Now the bars are all so cool
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| Full of yuppies with tattoos and pierced tools
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| A round of drinks will leave ya broke
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| You even have to go outside to have a smoke
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| The pool tables a planter, the jukebox sucks
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| There ain’t no pinball, the door guy’s a jock
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| You don’t have to go home but you can’t stay here
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| Its 2am and you’re drunk full of beer
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| We love you but you have to go
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| So what I want to know is where are all the old man bars? |