I went to make a strawbery daquiri
For some old geezer who worked down at the factory
Cause there's no other place he can go
Where drinks freely flow
Opened up a bag of corn chips
Watching all the guys come in
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I poured another long island tea, man
You know those guys were gross as can be, man
And I'm the one who told them no more
I showed them the door
Staggering out to the car lot
Waiting for the cops to pull in
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Oh yeah....

I told you 'bout this drunk in the place
I tell you man, he fell on his face
His wallet holds ten dollars for me
No place to be
Calling a cab in at midnight
Trying to get away from this joint
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