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This place is meant for business
Overtook strong in Irish bribes
And when their knees are wounded solid
Smokey men will get what's right
This credit card is my savior
I'll run it high for miles
And when that check comes gold and written
I'll pocket what is mine
‘cause boss
Don't take kind
To myself
Or strangers
Drinking rum
Wearing shorts
Out in the summertime
Selling nutrients binds a greeting
Broken down on a boulevard
And when my CV stands a beating
There's my southern greet and charm
Pale brown bodies frown
Taking off their crowns
Yelling lively yelling saying:
"How you dare hide that
Accent away, away from me"
They don't fool around
They don't mess around
They don't joke around
They don't do around
And I can't tell you what they're drinking now
In the summertime
Service growing fast and steady
Stamped blanched on a resume
And when their plates fall and ready, well
There's my southern greet again
Pale brown bodies frown
Taking off their crowns
Yelling lively, saying:
“How you dare not match the
25 cents on the gift card
You idiot
You fucking mongrel”
They don't fool around
They don't mess around
They don't joke around
They don't do around
And I can't tell you what they're eating now
In the summertime
This credit card is my savior
I'll run it high for miles
“You're so healthy, you're so friendly” well,
You're a joker and you're a clown
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