He reels around the nightclub
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like the hubcaps off of a car
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That just crashed into a sign that said
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"This way to the nightclub."
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He says you ain't worth a dime
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to his life support systems
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They still keep him talking
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on the chance that he'll say something
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Don't you feel the decks rolling
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I think that we're on a stormy sea
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I'm having trouble keeping down the light that I've stolen
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He said, "Come on and do the crabwalk with me."
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He's just trying to breathe some new life into the jukebox
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But it doesn't take his crap it just keeps on staring back
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And the quarters that he pours down its throat
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Well they're just starting to get his goat
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The song plays,
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"I gave you everything and I never got anything back."
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Don't you feel the decks rolling
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I think that we're on a stormy sea
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I'm having trouble keeping down the light that I've stolen
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He said, "Come on and do the crabwalk with me."
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He went fishing in the ocean
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and all he got was a couple of tires
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And they came up dripping with emotion
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And you know how fisherman are liars
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The five hundred thousand dollar country guitar
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sits at home sad and lonely
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No one has any pity for the life of the party
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Don't you feel the decks rolling
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I think that we're on a stormy sea
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He's having trouble keeping down the light
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that he's stolen
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He said, "Come on and do the crabwalk with me."
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Crabwalk
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American Music Club |