Where's My Drink Songtext
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Two girls playing checkers in a deep wood lot
Ten million in their rooms are getting old
Was somebody loaded?
I should've voted, I think
I feel like exploding
Somebody hold me down
And where's my drink
I keep waiting for the goods to pitch
Ten million in their rooms are getting old
Was somebody loaded?
I should've voted, I think
I feel like exploding
Somebody hold me down
And where's my drink
I keep waiting for the goods to pitch
Last gentleman to jump the ditch
That elegance in my last wish
With good old, do some digging that way
That elegance in my last wish
With good old, do some digging that way
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