Songwriters: Beavers, Brett; Beavers, Jim; Warren, Brad; Warren, Brett
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Now, red solo cup is the best receptical
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For barbecues, tailgates, fairs, and festivals
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And you, sir, do not have a pair of testicles
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If you prefer drinkin' from glass
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Hey, red solo cup is cheap and disposable
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And in fourteen years, they are decomposable
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And unlike my home, they are not foreclosable
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Freddy Mac can kiss my ass
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Whoo!
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Red solo cup
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I fill you up
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Let's have a party
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Let's have a party
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I love you, red solo cup
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I lift you up
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Proceed to party
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Proceed to party
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Now, I really love how you're easy to stack
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But I really hate how you're easy to crack
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'Cause when beer runs down in front of my pack
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Well, that, my friends, is quite yucky
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But I have to admit that the ladies get smitten
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Admirin' how sharply my first name is written
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On you with a Sharpie when I get to hittin'
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When I get to hittin' on them to help me get lucky
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Red solo cup
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I fill you up
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Let's have a party
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Let's have a party
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I love you, red solo cup
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I lift you up
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Proceed to party
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Proceed to party
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Now, I've seen you in blue and I've seen you in yellow
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But only you, red, will do for this fellow
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'Cause you are the Abbot to my Costello
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And you are the Fruit to my Loom
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Red solo cup, you're more than just plastic
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You're more than amazing, you're more than fantastic
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And believe me that I am not the least bit sarcastic
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When I look at you and say
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Red solo cup, you're not just a cup
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(No! No! No! God, no! )
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You're my-you're my (Friend?) friend
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(Friend x3; Life-long)
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Thank you for being my friend
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Red solo cup
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I fill you up
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Let's have a party
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Let's have a party
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I love you, red solo cup
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I lift you up
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Proceed to party
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Proceed to party
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Red solo cup
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I fill you up
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Let's have a party
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Let's have a party
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Red solo cup
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Let's have a party
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Proceed to party
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Red Solo Cup
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| Toby Keith |
