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daddy-yo needs a patio and this place got a big one
golden cheer from the cold cold beer, ya know i gotta swig some
sunk in the drunk, like a skunk in his stunk, wheel me out in a walker
round after round, downed till I'm drowned, into Davey Jones' Locker
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