2 Skinnee J's - Brew Ha Ha!
TGIF cause the stress ends soon, ha ha
Your friends on your couch your discs rockin tunes, ha ha
As you stand with your band in a room that is strewn, ha ha
With Seuss juice, fruit loops, and old Yoo-Hoos, ha ha
Rounds of high fives and cries of yea dude, ha ha
Smokin cigarettes and sippin witches brew, ha ha
Its kid tested, mom approved, ha ha
To make your jimmy swagger like the duke, ha ha
Dressed in your best vest for club lagoon, ha ha
And the teeny bikinis with the real pontoons, ha ha
Youre out the door and down the avenue, ha ha
The shits getting ill like refute
Enter the strobe light, exit harvest moon, ha ha
Throngs of Paragons with your old platoon, ha ha
They bet you to step to the one thats cute, ha ha
As she stand with a man hope hes chicken like Purdue, ha ha
If belligerence were affluent youd be tycoon, ha ha
Go to overthrow the prince and start a coo, ha ha
But hes gone nuts like cashew he must be introduced, ha ha
To your best friend, your best man, and new right shoe, ha ha
Groups execute like John Wilkes Booth, ha ha
Control my chokehold four blows cause broken tooth, ha ha
Fists bring the pain, rain like monsoon, ha ha
Split the scene before you get the boot, ha ha
Youre the kind of guy who thinks that life is simply passin ya
The last gas is graspin ya, and the last laugh gets laughed at ya,
Is it comin true, what your friend said in the last seats in back of ya
No theyre wrong, like the way George Bush spoke so amateur,
Assess the damages, and cast all those tags the bullies ran at ya,
Youre just disenchanted with Nasdaq like the cat back in Atlanta was
You steal of the wheel the deal with the deck they handed ya
With your outcast youre out last as old fears have handed ya
And so we
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Your friends on your couch your discs rockin tunes, ha ha
As you stand with your band in a room that is strewn, ha ha
With Seuss juice, fruit loops, and old Yoo-Hoos, ha ha
Rounds of high fives and cries of yea dude, ha ha
Smokin cigarettes and sippin witches brew, ha ha
Its kid tested, mom approved, ha ha
To make your jimmy swagger like the duke, ha ha
Dressed in your best vest for club lagoon, ha ha
And the teeny bikinis with the real pontoons, ha ha
Youre out the door and down the avenue, ha ha
The shits getting ill like refute
Enter the strobe light, exit harvest moon, ha ha
Throngs of Paragons with your old platoon, ha ha
They bet you to step to the one thats cute, ha ha
As she stand with a man hope hes chicken like Purdue, ha ha
If belligerence were affluent youd be tycoon, ha ha
Go to overthrow the prince and start a coo, ha ha
But hes gone nuts like cashew he must be introduced, ha ha
To your best friend, your best man, and new right shoe, ha ha
Groups execute like John Wilkes Booth, ha ha
Control my chokehold four blows cause broken tooth, ha ha
Fists bring the pain, rain like monsoon, ha ha
Split the scene before you get the boot, ha ha
Youre the kind of guy who thinks that life is simply passin ya
The last gas is graspin ya, and the last laugh gets laughed at ya,
Is it comin true, what your friend said in the last seats in back of ya
No theyre wrong, like the way George Bush spoke so amateur,
Assess the damages, and cast all those tags the bullies ran at ya,
Youre just disenchanted with Nasdaq like the cat back in Atlanta was
You steal of the wheel the deal with the deck they handed ya
With your outcast youre out last as old fears have handed ya
And so we
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