Well I walked up to the bar
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I laid down my platinum card
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Then I ordered fifty longnecks for my new friends
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Well the barmaid passed them out
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And before we chugged them down
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I held mine up and
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Said here's to us and then
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Well this blonde slid up to me
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Said that was awful sweet
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Then I saw her boyfriend
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As wide as he was tall
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Well he broke up our hug
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With a six foot, five inch shove
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And I found myself slammed up
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Against the wall
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Why does everybody want
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To kick my ass
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I'm just trying to have a little fun
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For all the ones who can't
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And just because I kiss the prettiest girls
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And I drive my truck too fast
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Why does everybody want
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To kick my ass
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Well I've never been the type
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To walk up and pick a fight
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I've always been the kind to get along
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I throw parties all the time
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And there always on my dime
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We drink and dance and smoke until the dawn
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Well my style of stress relief
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Sometimes disturbs the peace
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The police show up
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And cut donuts in my yard
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And while the Zeppelin's playing loud
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They run off my party crowd
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They cuff up my wrist
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And throw me down so hard
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Why does everybody want
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To kick my ass
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I'm just trying to have a little fun
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For all the ones who can't
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And just because I kiss the prettiest girls
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And I drive my truck too fast
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Why does everybody want
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To kick my ass
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And just because I kiss the prettiest girls
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And I drive my truck too fast
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Why does everybody want
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To kick my ass
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Kick My Ass
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| Big & Rich |
