We sit on the curb drinkin' our cans,
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Tryin' to blag it in to see the bands.
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We come here for this music tonight
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And we are gonna dance until the mornin' light.
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Nobody wanna be fussin' nah fightin',
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We just fillin' up the toilet wall with writin',
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We come for the sound that we know is true
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With a handful of weed and a brew.
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Mr. music man, sing it back to me,
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Mr. music man. Yeah.
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Mr. music man, sing it back to me,
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Mr. music man.
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The band they come and say that they no wanna play ska,
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Them a-wanna play emo 'cause that gonna go far.
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See them a-always followin' the new comin' trend,
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Them a-got no soul, them a-so shameless.
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And when the dust clear, you can be sure that
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I still be here skankin' in my porkpie hat
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Just a-drinkin' me brew an a-smokin' my grass.
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This ain't a t-shirt man, this is my heart.
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Mr. music man, sing it back to me,
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Mr. music man. Yeah.
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Mr. music man, sing it back to me,
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Mr. Music Man
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| The King Blues |
