Bam,Bam, Bam my sweet
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You can sip it through a straw; you can throw it back neat
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Just don't be hesitatin', waitin' for it
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Cause in an ideal world they'll be comin' for you
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Could be tokin' on the bale, could be sniffin' our clues
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Better stake your fakin' reputation on it
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Do it,
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Do it,
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Just do it!
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In a Tax-free zone, down a tin can alley
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There's a slipper girl-thing and man name Sally
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They were talk-talk-talkin' 'bout a clever little coffin nail
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Seems, down at the docks the intended lies awaitin'
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And the privileged information's gonna get wet too
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You can't be too careful when it comes to being careful
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Do it,
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Do it,
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Just do it!
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There's a man in my street keeps a flock of gray doves
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And he's set in his ways, wearin' Everlast gloves
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His opinion can be beat when push becomes a shove
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Says he doesn't give a monkey 'bout the youth of the day
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They should all drop dead, should be taken away
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Put somewhere cold and all be made to stay
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Do it,
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Do it,
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Just do it!
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Bag it up,
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Bag it up
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Do it!
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