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I remember Panama Jack layin' back |
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Tape deck, Ray Bans and good friends |
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Every summer, we couldn't wait to run wild |
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So we piled in the Jeep, hot seats, lookin' for something |
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2 for 1 at the Ramada, drinking coconut coladas |
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Chasing senoritas out by the pool |
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Oh, I pulled a string on her bikini thinkin' all my friends would see me |
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But I found out that I wasn't so cool |
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Oh, oh, ooh, old school |
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I remember dirty slow dancin', off rhythm kissin' |
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Beer stickin' to our shoes |
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And I'd whisper in her ear and she'd give me that smile for awhile |
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'Cause she knew it wasn't true |
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Man that cover band was killer |
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They were jammin' Steve Miller 'til it's last call at quarter to two |
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A Dr. Pepper chaser for another shot of Jager |
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And you're prayin' that she's leaving with you |
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Oh, oh, ooh, old school |
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Oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh, old school, yeah |
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2 for 1 at the Ramada drinkin' coconut coladas |
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Chasin' senoritas out by the pool |
|
Man that cover band was killer |
|
They were jammin' Steve Miller 'til it's last call at quarter to two |
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A Dr. Pepper chaser for another shot of Jager |
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And you're prayin' that she's leaving with you |
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Oh, oh, ooh, old school |
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Oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh, old school |
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Oh, oh, yeah, old school, old school |
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I remember Panama Jack layin' back |
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Tape deck, Ray Bans and good friends, yeah |
