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It's gettin' late have you seen my mates, |
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Ma tell me when the boys get here, |
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It's seven-o-clock and I want to rock |
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Wanna get a belly full of beer. |
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My old man's drunker than a barrel full of monkeys |
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And my old lady she don't care, |
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My sister looks cute in her braces and boots |
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A handful of grease in her hair. |
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So don't give us none of yer aggravation |
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We've had it with yer discipline, |
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Saturday night's alright for fightin, |
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Get a little action in. |
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Get about as oiled as a diesel train |
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Gonna set this dance alight, |
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'Cause Saturday night's the night I like |
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Saturday night's alright, alright, alright. |
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Well they're packed pretty tight in here tonight |
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I'm looking for a dolly who'll see me right, |
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I may use a little muscle to get what I need |
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I sink a little drink and shout out "She's with me". |
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A couple of the sound that I really like |
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Are the sound of a switchblade and a motorbike, |
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I'm a juvenile product of the working class |
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Who's best friend floats in the bottom of a glass. |
