Who knows the tale in every sordid detail about the kid born on nobody¡¯s list?
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To a dad named Bob and a mom named Claude and a dog that was constantly pissed.
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Whoa man, that seems just like yesterday
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When the place was a clamor and everybody¡¯s hammered
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And the cops couldn¡¯t keep us away
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We owned the town so we wandered around telling dirty jokes in every detail
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We faked disgust while someone blushed and pitched a smile that was big as a whale
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It was slow decay so we drank all day and popped invisible pills in the den
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We were out of control so we played rock and roll and threw the homework on the fire again
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Whoa man, that seems just like yesterday
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Cause the pace was grueling with everybody puking
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And the neighbour trying to drive us insane
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Whoa yeah, I¡¯d love to see you again
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End of the year so we got a career and tried our best not to think of the past
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Ya it pisses me off but I guess it¡¯s enough to know that sometimes nothing¡¯s a blast
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Whoa Man
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