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Mighty Mighty Bosstones Don T Know How To Party

really don't know how to party. Really don't by Any shape or form. Whether straight up in the sunshine or passed out in the Storm don't know how but now I know

a place to go And it just might be my fault I know Won't hold you up or bag your eyes But I'm a man please realize How did this could this come to this

up for just three years, it seemed a small amount But what they didn't tell him was the first two didn't count At the age of seventeen, how was he to know

Illegal left on Sunday morning On the corner I was warning Waving widly, wildy warning Don't take that turn on Sunday morning A motorcycle cop was waiting

the move Shut 'em up and shut 'em down if you don't approve Cuss and curse and stuff your purse And tell me where I'm goin' Holy cow, man, don't stop

's not stopping my step or stepping my stop We've got it up and we won't let it drop Beer here, don't wanna see clear I see no point in wrecking the joint

me Could be I can't remember could be I choose to not Let's move along the song and try to find the plot There was a girl and I don't know her name either