Alright here's a stupid song I wrote today
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yeah
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alright, ok this is called uh...
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->would this be a world premiere?
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yeah this is probably the first and last time you'll hear this one...
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ok this is uh...this is whiskey bottle - no this is called uh
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whiskey-faced radioactive blowdryin' lady or something
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take out your whiskey bottle there
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now you don't even move out of your chair
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your getting juiced up beyond belief
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I can barely love you when your getting drunk all the time
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you can get out a blowdryer and
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blowdry the hair right off of your head
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you can sautee my dollar bills and feed 'em to the dog
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while he's watchin' cable
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if I catch fire by mistake, she'll put out my face with a rake
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and I shut my mouth before I even breathe
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well I can barely touch you honey, cause you're gettin' drunk all the time
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gotten radioactive tastebuds smeared across the rug
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swallow the keys to the Chevy
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you're gonna weedwack your way to Memphis, yeah
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everybody knows about your style, you got tin-foil wrapped around your smile
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well you're gonna give me a xerox of your buckteeth...
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gettin....crap-faced all the time
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yodelayeeoooyodelay...
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Whiskey Faced, Radioactive, Blowdryin' Lady
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| Beck |
