Bam, Bam, Bam my sweet You can sip it through s straw; you can throw it back neat Just don't be hesitating, waiting for it Because in an ideal world they'll be coming for you Could be tokin' on the bale, could be sniffing out clues Better stake your faking reputation on it Do it, do it, just do it! In a tax-free zone, down a tin can alley There's a slipper girl-thing and man name Sally They were talk-talk-talking about a clever little coffin nail Seems, down at the docks the intended lies awaiting And the privileged information's gonna get wet too You can't be too careful when it comes to being careful Do it, do it, just do it! There's a man in my street keeps a flock of gray doves And he's set in his ways, wearing Everlast gloves His opinion can be beat when push becomes a shove Says he doesn't give a monkey about the youth of the day They should all drop dead, should be taken away Put somewhere cold and all be made to stay Do it, do it, just do it! Bag it up, Bag it up Do it!
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