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Bam, Bam, Bam my sweet Folie bedrucken You can sip it through a straw; you can throw it back neat Just don't be hesitatin', waitin' for it
'Cause in an ideal world they'll be comin' for you Could be tokin' on the bale, could be sniffin' out clues Better stake your fakin' reputation on it
Do it, Do it, Do it, Just do it!
In a Tax-free zone, down a tin can alley There's a slipper girl-thing and a man named Sally They were talk-talk-talkin' bout a clever little coffin nail Seems, down at the docks the intended lies awaitin' And the privilidged information's gonna get wet too You can't be too careful when it comes to being careful
Do it, Do it, Do it, Just do it!
Do it!
There's a man in my street keeps a flock of gray doves And he's set in his way, wearin' Everlast gloves His opinion can be beat when push becomes a shove Says he doesn't give a monkey 'bout the youth of the day They should all drop dead, should be taken away Put somewhere cold and all be made to stay
