We hang a louie
We hang a ralf
We go ahead
And back to find
Our better half
We hit the books
We hit the bottle
We shake a leg
We shape it up
We shoot the breeze
And we shoot up
We're in a jam
We are bummed out
We ain't no good
It's in our blood
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