| School’s out, it’s time to party
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| We are the freaks, the town’s in danger
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| Joyriding in my dad’s corvette
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| Our style is tough, we couldn’t look stranger
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| Flushed with booze, it’s insane
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| Gatecrashing, that’s your game
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| Hot to trot, can’t complain
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| Praise the lords, misbehave
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| Raise your voice, make some noise
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| Spit it out, scream out loud
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| Parents gone, we own the building
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| Let’s call the gang, the coast is clear now
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| Turn the house into a rave machine
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| Let’s smoke the stuff my folks left here now
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| Rubbers on, let’s get laid
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| Now’s the time to celebrate
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| Drop those clothes, ooh I can’t wait
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| Praise the lords, misbehave
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| Raise your voice, make some noise
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| Spit it out, scream out loud
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| We don’t care about noise pollution
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| Cause the cops they are on our side
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| Blow the speakers, let the windows shake
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| Give the neighbours a sleepless night
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| Bang your head, against the wall
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| Jump around, smash it all
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| Kick some ass, have a ball
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| Praise the lords, misbehave
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| Raise your voice, make some noise
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| Spit it out, scream out loud |