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Surf's Down
01:34
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instrumental
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Nails
03:12
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She said listen to me cause you're seeming pretty groovy and I truly would like you to take me out.
About 8 o' clock, pick me up! PICK ME UP!
About 7:45 I pulled in to Harbor Dr where I pulled out front and then she came straight out.
She was ready for some food, I was ready to get screwed.
I guess I didn't see the truck, it crashed right in to us. She looks fine, but died, still got sex on my mind. I'll take you home, sexy, just gotta nail you girl. Before they nail the lid on your coffin.
She looked so beautiful in bed, I was so careful with her head, then I proceeded to slither off her dress. She started twichin'...she started twitchin' TWITCHIN'!
Sure the sex was great and yah, you were a cheap date, but I really don't see us going anywhere. She didn't make a peep, didn't make a peep.
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One More Shot of Whiskey
03:02
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Struck the last note, threw my pick onto the floor, damn the crowd was screaming, you know they wanted more. But if we kept on playin' you know it'd be a sin. Inject my veins with whiskey, this night will never end!
One more shot of whiskey, I'm fallin' to the floor
One more shot of whiskey, I shouldn't drink no more
One more shot of whiskey, I should be home in bed
One more shot of whiskey, and I MIGHT BE DEAD!
As the night for most was coming to an end, it was just me and Jack Daniels, yah he's my only friend. I hear some one from back behind the bar, they say that it's last call! Well give me one more!
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Flat Track Carnivore
03:40
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Waiting for the whistle blow she stares down at the track. Whistle blows then she's off around the blockers in the back. She rolls right by the pack her roller skates on fire. She's circling back around while her fans admire.
She's an OHRG, a roller girl in roller derby
OHRG, a flat track carnivore
OHRG, a roller girl in roller derby
OHRG
She's moppin' up the floor
a flat track carnivore
back around and score some more
oooooooh ooooooohh ooooohhhh, laaa laaa laaa laaa la
The other team is poodling, she sees past all their ticks. She's circlin' in and out she's clenching both of her fist. Another lap around the score board is on fire. She bites her lips with her hands on her hips.
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Tommy Wiseau Special
02:52
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instrumental
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