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There's an old man at the very end
Of the parking lot leaning on his car and
Drinking beer and laughing out loud
Before my head starts spinning around,
As I try to find a place to take a stand
But only wind up sitting anyplace I can
With didjit's song stuck in my head
I kinda think I might of said
Now I'm three quarts drunk and I'm out of time.
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