Dick Soup
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Liquored up in Jackson after the show
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Bucket full of wild oats I had to sew
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The Motor City knew just where I should go
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Hundreds of women for old Adam Banjo
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Thousand pickup trucks in a gravel parking lot
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Looked at my roadie and said "ready or not!"
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Splashed on Hai-Karate, ready to run my race
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Took a look around, there wasn't a woman in the place
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Dick soup
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Ball city
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Ain't it a pity
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To be true?
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Dick soup
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Milwaukee was the next town I hopped up on stage
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Thought I might get lucky, me and Roy was all the rage
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Looked out on the crowd, much to my surprise
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Place was plum sold out with nothin' but guys
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Dick soup
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Cock salad
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Can't sing a ballad
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Don't give a hoot
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Dick soup
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Played in San Fransisco for some free love
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Met a big ol' hippie chick from heaven above
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Looked back at the band, they were starin' at her feet
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Roy said "Adam, son, don't drop your keys!"
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Well, the Nashville station KPSY threw us a party and we still don't know why
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Valet and champagne, fried chicken and cocaine
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No hookers in the end, just a hot tub full of men
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Dick soup
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Brown-eye blue
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It's up to you
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Better get loot
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Dick soup
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Dick Soup
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