I don't get my kicks no more from cake or lemonade
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Bud I can't get served no smokes or drinks
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They tell me that I'm underage
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At sixteen years old I don't stand a chance
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but on Saturday when I get to the dance
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It's time-out from life
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Got to learn to boogaloo
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'Cos I get my kicks from you
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Summer's gone school's back I feel so black inside
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Rules and regulations are a torture rack
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Is there no place for me left to hide?
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At sixteen years old things have gone too far
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I wanna be a movie rocker soccer star
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But when you're around I know you'll treat me good
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I get my kicks from you
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I dream of you at night
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Do you really mean anything at all,
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Or am I wasting my time on you?
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Those other guys are so much cooler than me
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I find it so hard to score
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What's it really like to know a girl
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My imagination's not enough I gotta know more
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At sixteen years old I get frightened at night
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Presented with the truth I'm afraid I take flight
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But when you're around I know you'll treat me good
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I get my kicks from you
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I get my kicks from you
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*written by Bob Geldof
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*taken from the self-titled debut album "The Boomtown Rats"
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