TGIF cause the stress ends soon, ha ha
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Your friends on your couch your discs rockin tunes, ha ha
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As you stand with your band in a room that is strewn, ha ha
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With Seuss juice, fruit loops, and old Yoo-Hoo¡¯s, ha ha
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Rounds of high fives and cries of ¡°yea dude¡±, ha ha
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Smokin cigarettes and sippin witches¡¯ brew, ha ha
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It¡¯s kid tested, mom approved, ha ha
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To make your jimmy swagger like the duke, ha ha
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Dressed in your best vest for club lagoon, ha ha
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And the teeny bikinis with the real pontoons, ha ha
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You¡¯re out the door and down the avenue, ha ha
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The shit¡¯s getting ill like refute
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Enter the strobe light, exit harvest moon, ha ha
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Throngs of Paragons with your old platoon, ha ha
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They bet you to step to the one that¡¯s cute, ha ha
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As she stand with a man hope he¡¯s chicken like Purdue, ha ha
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If belligerence were affluent you¡¯d be tycoon, ha ha
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Go to overthrow the prince and start a coo, ha ha
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But he¡¯s gone nuts like cashew he must be introduced, ha ha
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To your best friend, your best man, and new right shoe, ha ha
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Groups execute like John Wilkes Booth, ha ha
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Control my chokehold four blows cause broken tooth, ha ha
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Fists bring the pain, rain like monsoon, ha ha
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Split the scene before you get the boot, ha ha
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You¡¯re the kind of guy who thinks that life is simply passin ya
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The last gas is graspin ya, and the last laugh gets laughed at ya,
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Is it comin true, what your friend said in the last seats in back of ya
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No they¡¯re wrong, like the way George Bush spoke so amateur,
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Assess the damages, and cast all those tags the bullies ran at ya,
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You¡¯re just disenchanted with Nasdaq like the cat back in Atlanta was
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You steal of the wheel the deal with the deck they handed ya
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With your outcast you¡¯re out last as old fears have handed ya
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And so we have ya, on your way of having your first crack at Pamela,
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She¡¯ll become the better half of ya,
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Just hope the rest does not pass without somebody slappin ya
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Now you cruise like two groups who protects the excuse
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Go out half kinds with twice the attitude
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It pulls lactic sick wanna kick like kung-fu,
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Watched too much Bruce Lee, Jet Li, and John Woo, limbo!
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How low will you stoop as the sickness hold pitfall
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And it and spreads like the flu,
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Run with the wolf pack attack the chicken coop,
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Taxing on the next kid, ¡°who you running to?¡±
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Yes, but I am turning, his ass black and blue
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Pounce and bounce him into ICU,
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I¡¯m a traitor and taxi at home like pigeons do,
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Smile as you greet the morning dew
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Brew Ha Ha!
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