| Alright!
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| Hey!
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| Here I’m standin', s ix foot tall
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| Steady as a rock in a concrete wall
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| My heart is pounding, gonna raise some hell
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| Get a little success smell
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| Feelin' restless as a kickin' mule
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| Gonna jump the fence and feel freedom rule
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| Time is now, ain’t gonna waste it
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| We’re born survivors and we’re gonna taste it
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| We’re the guys that make ends meet
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| It’s so groovy, just like a movie
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| Spank the plank or bite the dust
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| Groovus, groovus maximus
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| Doors are slammin', when we’re jammin'
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| Funky power, it’s a must
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| Groovus, groovus maximus
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| Same thing every night and day
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| When the cats are gone, mices will play
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| Crank the blaster 'til the neighbors scream
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| Make my eardrums move and fulfill my dreams
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| Then there’s people like presidents
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| Managers, lawyers, and aliens
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| There to run the business and we think it’s funny
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| As we ask ourselves, «Where's the money?!»
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| Need a big black Cadillac
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| To drive my baby home
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| It’s so groovy, like a movie
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| Spank the plank or bite the dust
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| Groovus, groovus maximus
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| Doors are slammin', when we’re jammin'
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| Funky power, it’s a must
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| Groovus, groovus maximus
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| Yeah!
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| Uh!
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| We’re the guys that make ends meet
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| Ow!
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| It’s so groovy, just like a movie
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| Spank the plank or bite the dust
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| Groovus, groovus maximus
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| Doors are slammin', when we’re jammin'
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| Funky power, it’s a must
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| Groovus, groovus maximus
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| Yeah
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| I like it like that, yeah |