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Music & Lyrics: Chan Kinchla, Bob Sheehan & John Popper |
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Come on everybody take a trip with us |
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Gonna raise some hell gonna raise a fuss |
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Cost you a dollar if you care to see |
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So just belly on up and tell me what'll it be |
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I've got a little something that I don't think you've tried |
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No need to run, no need to hide |
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Just take a little taste and tell me, what do you see |
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'Cause tonight we're gonna drop a little NYC |
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Having some fun, well, all of us are |
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Everyone around you's gonna be a star |
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'Cause it's the best and the worst, and it's life out loud |
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Don't mind if I preach; don't wanna get too proud |
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It's hard to be humble when it's all at your feet |
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And someday soon, it's gonna leave the street |
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They say the truth shall set you free |
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Well you're on parole when you're on NYC |
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2, 3, 4...dropping some NYC |
