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1 and 2 and 3 on the double, Surrey Girls aint nothin but trouble, Last night I slept with the Devil, Surrey Girls aint nothin but trouble. Took her out on a Monday night She threw in a tape, and it was Great White I said thats great, yeah I told a lie And my inner child broke down and cried Chorus Out for dinner on that fateful night Wanted a beer but all we did was fight about politics, womens lib and social strife And everything about Larry King's first wife Chorus So I got the chicken, it was finger lickin' She got the ribs and they started stickin' To the hairs on her face, all over the place The only thing showin was the clearasil paste Chorus Bridge: So I still drive a Yugo and my lifes been a no go since that night with a Surrey girl..... Chorus to fade...
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