Well it's saturday night
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And you know what that means
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Its time for laps that's right
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Start to rev those machines
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You may think we're crazy
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Driving round and round
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But you would be this proud
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If your sounds were this loud
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Well i got my Holden
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And I'm ready for rolling
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This car ain't stolen
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I've been saving my dough man
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You may think i'm crazy and my brain is thrashed
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But you're only saying that 'cause you aint true white trash
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'cause i'm white trash
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Yeah i'm real white trash
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If you wanna see white trash
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I'll show you white trash
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Do you know what i mean
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Well i walked out of school at twelve
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I couldn't handle those letters
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So i started my career
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Dont at my uncles car wreckers
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You should see my new hairdo
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I dyed it jet black
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Oh well its short on top
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And it's long in the back
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Well i got my belt buckle
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And i'm wearing it out
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'cause i wanna show the ladies what i'm all about
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Well my jeans come in all colors as long as its black
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'cause i wanna show the world that i'm true white trash
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White Trash
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| Steriogram |
