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Meet me down at the Flying Pig.
We'll do some dancin and drinkin.
Some fussin and fightin.
There's a band in the corner that plays behind chicken wire.
And the girls wear jeans so tight you can read the word "Saturday" on their underwear right through the denim.
Hope the cops don't come this week.
You may wake up Sunday morning in the back of a pickup truck with no idea how you got there.
If you do, you'll know you had a good time.
We'll do some dancin and drinkin.
Some fussin and fightin.
There's a band in the corner that plays behind chicken wire.
And the girls wear jeans so tight you can read the word "Saturday" on their underwear right through the denim.
Hope the cops don't come this week.
You may wake up Sunday morning in the back of a pickup truck with no idea how you got there.
If you do, you'll know you had a good time.
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come on, bill, let's dance!
love the slappy bass - just the right amount. that first gtr wail could be a human - liked it a bunch. low buzy stuff very cool.
how can you go wrong with a groove like this? you've flavored it up beautifully. twitchin to your stuff in central california - anne