First we get some surgery,
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Lose the kids then our identities.
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But one thing I know for a fact,
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Moustache stays right where it's at.
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REO Speedwagon, Kansas to Boston.
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My ankle bracelet, already gone and lost it.
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Them yellow jackets keep the tired man from slacking.
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Stole my Camaro, primer gray.
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Took my suitcase, all my pay
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Ain't got no tailights, grill full of fur.
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How could you do this to me man so close to being cured?
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We should get together and talk it over
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At the Detroiter.
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Delaware Destroyers, rocking with Dokken.
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You front the money and I'll do all the talking.
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Them Yellow jackets keep the tired man from slacking.
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Stole my Camaro, primer gray.
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Took my suitcase, all my pay
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Ain't got no tailights, grill full of fur.
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How could you do this to me man so close to being cured?
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Come a little closer honey, I won't bite ya.
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One more lager and I might learn to like ya.
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Stole my Camaro, primer gray.
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Took my suitcase, all my pay
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Ain't got no tailights, grill full of fur.
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How could you do this to me man so close to being cured? (2x)
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The Incomparable Mr. Flannery
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