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[Slug](I pledge allegiance to Budweiser and free drugs) |
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Peace to Rick |
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James, Anna |
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Nicole Smith, |
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Bill Clinton |
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And Motley |
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CrueAnd anyone else who has ever utilized their 15 minutes |
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Of fame to realize their true dreams of being an |
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Absolute jerk off, just to keep the masses entertained |
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This goes out to learning from the mistakes of others |
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Bring it on now |
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Come onI said come on |
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I said come on[Verse 1] |
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They call me a jerk, once they get to know me |
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But they don't stop calling, they read me well |
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It's no work if |
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I was phony, |
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I'd win a trophy |
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Who needs to make records when there's seeds to sell |
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Freak the bell, and make it all spin crooked |
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God please help, too much grim to look at |
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Grab the tree by the limb and shook it |
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Like, "Have you seen my self esteem, where the hell'd you put it?" |
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Oh wait, never mind, |
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I found it in a bottle |
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Drunk at the |
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Troubadour talking to a model |
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Wrecked the rental on |
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Santa Monica |
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BoulevardI was headed to the |
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El Rey to slap a security guard[Chorus] |
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Rowdy, stubborn, loud and arrogant |
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As American as apple pie and embarrassment |
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Package the kid's face, put it on display |
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Look ma!, another national disgrace |
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Dumb and ignorant, drunk and belligerent |
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Open up your heart y'all, come on and let me in |
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Package the kid's face, put it on display |
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Look ma!, another national disgrace[Verse 2] |
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The liquor gets hold of the head liver's soul |
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Blurry on |
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Sixth Street and |
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Red River |
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RoadLast thing |
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I remember was the |
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Ogden Theatre |
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Backstage bathroom making out with all three of ya |
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Kicked out of |
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Topcats... for where |
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I put the vomit at |
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Finally passed out in a laundry mat |
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Malnourished and topless, slurring and obnoxious |
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Like, "Yo, we got this!" |
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The Zodiac |
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Killers 'bout to rock this |
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At the Great |
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American Music |
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Hall, pissin on the box office |
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Pick apart the detail, alcohol and females |
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All around the world same song |
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Houseton and |
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Ludlow, Maxfish, |
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VampireYou poor the beer and |
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I'll bring the satire |
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No prob, I'll play the part of doorknob and make it look |
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So good you're gonna wish that it was your job[Chorus][Verse 3] |
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It's all about the hangovers, and late checkouts |
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Maid banging on the door like, "Wake up! Get Out!" |
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But Come on mami, y'all probably don't want me comin' |
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Out like a |
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Zombie brushing teeth in the lobby |
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This is a career, not a hobby |
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Ain't no reason to fear what you wanna see |
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Hey paparazzi, don't you wanna watch me quote the |
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Fonzi and then crash his |
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Mazaradi?Sweat pants, t-shirt, mesh hat, blue blockers |
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Feeding Jack |
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D. to a room full of teenie boppers |
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Howdy neighbor, take a shot for flavor |
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Let's debate whether or not we should punch the waiter |
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I'm just kidding, let's love each other |
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It goes lick, swallow, suck, and order another |
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Do what you like, don't nobody care |
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It's a sign of success only in |
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America[Chorus][Chorus End: 4x] |
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I didn't cooome to start no trouble or hurt no one |
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I'm just heeere to get drunk, party, and have some fun |
