Congratulations! Go stretch your ears and get a neck tattoo.
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Congratulations! All of our friends knew there was no better choice than you.
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Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.
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Congratulations! Are you gonna move up north and throw away your Yankees hat?
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Congratulations! Are you gonna swear off ska and stop gelling your hair back?
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Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.
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Nice going asshole. Nice going asshole.
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Nice going asshole. Nice going asshole.
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You finally did something right and I'm 2% bummed it wasn't me.
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I hope you know that Christine's gonna ask you to get into all your shows for free
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And I will smile while silently resenting you for quitting Bomb the Music Industry.
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Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.
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Now Dave has another friend who's in a more successful band.
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Jenna's got another contact and another drummer to make out with again! w00t!
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Nice going asshole. Nice going asshole.
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Nice going asshole. Nice going asshole.
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You finally did something right and you'll probably meet Dave Grohl.
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And tell us about him when you get home.
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Then you'll get the news from me that you'll never quit this band.
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And we're taking you out on tour for those two months a year that you're home because we can.
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And sure it's out of spite not to replace you, but you promised and we shook hands.
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So remember when you're back in Long Island, you will forever be forced to be a part of a ska band.
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Nice going asshole. Nice going asshole.
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Nice going asshole. Nice going asshole.
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You finally did something right, I guess state college did pay off!
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We're all music majors too, can you make Ferret give us jobs
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or at least tell Ferret to sign my band?
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Congratulations, John, On Joining Every Time I Die
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Bomb The Music Industry! |