Skating down the street,
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looking for girls to meet,
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another set of rules...
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What do they think we are, uncapable fools?
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So many guidlines,
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that makes little sense.
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Seems to me like the worlds a little screwed up.
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[Chorus:]
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Regulations all around town.
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Don't look up, man.
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Don't look down.
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Get that dog off the beach.
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It looks like you're the one
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wearing the leash.
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Well they've got a bunch of rules,
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just waiting for you.
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Just like a monkey in the L.A. zoo.
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'Cuz they've got your name in a nice big file.
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One mistake, man big brother smiles.
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They'll absorb your bucks today.
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The only way out is another price to pay.
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Sippin' on suds,
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on a Saturday night.
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They say that's not right.
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Rules are getting a little too thick,
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It's making me sick.
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I feel like I'm stuck in social glue.
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Society's screwing you,
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There's just no way back...
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It's time to attack!
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[repeat chorus]
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Regulations all around town.
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Don't look up, man.
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Don't look down.
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Get that dog off the beach.
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It looks like you're the one
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wearing the leash.
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We're sorry, there's no trespassing
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on the beach past ten'o'clock.
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And no loitering,
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and no smoking,
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and no alcohol on the beach.
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By the way, there's no parking,
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and no skateboarding.
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Remember, the red curb
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is for no parking whatsoever.
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The yellow curb is for loading
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and unloading of passengers only.
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Put that dog on a leash,
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and don't forget the stool.
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Don't Do It
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| D.I. |
