One, two, three,four, five
Everybody in the car, so come on
Let’s ride to the liquor-store around the corner,
The boys say they want some gin and juice
But I really don’t wanna beerbust like I had last week
I must stay deep because talk is cheap
I like Angela, Pamela, Sandra and Rita
And as I continue you know they are getting sweeter
So what can I do I really beg and you my Lord
To me flirting it’s just like sport, anything fly
It’s all good let me dump it
Please set in the trumpet
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