Hippies are squares with long hair
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And they don't wear no underwear
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Country Rock is on the wane
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I don't want music, I want pain!
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Dictators can swing
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Make you dance and sing
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Cause an oil spill
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You don't know us, but you will!
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We're the members of the master race
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Got no style, and we got no grace
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Sleep all night, sleep all day
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Nothing good on t.v. anyway
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Gasoline shortage won't stop me now, Oh no!
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We've reached a higher spiritual plane
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That is so high, I can't explain
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We tell jokes to make you laugh
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We play sports so we don't get fat
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We can sweat and stink
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We can eat and drink
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Don't do what we're told
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And we're scared of growing old!
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We're the members of the master race
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We don't judge you by your face
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First we check to see what you eat
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Then we bend down and smell your feet
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Hope you don't pick your nose!
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My favorite part of growing up
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Is when I'm sick and throwing up
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It's the dues you've got to pay
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For eating burgers every day
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Take my vitamin C
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No one's good for me
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Life can take it's toll
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When you're living
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ROCK N' ROLL!!!
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We're the members of the master race
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Got no tact, and we got no taste
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First you put your sneakers on
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Going outside to have some fun
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Dont forget to wipe your ass!
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C'mon guys!
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LETS GO! x13
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Master Race Rock
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The Dictators |