Strap on that there jammy pac
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Get a grip on your soul
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Sip on that there family flask,
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And I'll guide you towards the door
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She don't feed me in the mornin'
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And I can't take no more
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So strap on that there jammy pac,
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And get up off my floor
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Strap on that there jammy pac
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And slide a double dime my way
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Dry off your distributor cap,
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And hip me to the game you play
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She's jonesin' for a jammy
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With a girl that I call Tammy,
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So strap on that there jammy pac,
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It's time for you to pay
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Strap on that there jammy pac
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She hypnotized one dude
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Stains you like a heart attack
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Van Winkle says "Fuck you."
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Never made me no supper
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A boy like me needs it, too
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So strap on that there jammy pac,
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It's time to pay your due
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STRAP ON THAT JAMMY PAC
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| Ween |
