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Friday night at the taproom
You come strollin' in Your face was all lit up With a big ol' stupid grin We tried to sneak out the back But you saw right through our plan So we got the latest rundown why You're God's gift to man
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There's nothin' you ain't done
No place you ain't been No girl you can't get The only question's when You're spoutin' off opinions That you got from someone else And you back 'em up with facts I'll bet That you made up by yourself
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If you're looking for suckers
Go fish some other pond There's fools out there Who'll take your bait Somewhere far beyond Thanks so much for droppin' by We love your keen advice And if you think We're fools like you Well, you had best think twice
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