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saturday night 999:

shit turn that up now

i've met a few chicks that i hit it off with

few chicks that i jive with thats right i was

bitchin like beefeater in a fine glass with

somebody famous or whatever like i was

slicked hair on top of the harvest moon

like i knew your father's ex wife and in

the biblical sense i am a heavy beat but

i go home with

my hat in my hands

i confess all of this to a dude at the bar that i

sort of know

and he moves like hes moving hair out of his eyes even though

hes almost bald

and just goes,

"CLASSIC"

"CLASSIC"

"FUCKIN' CLASSIC"