Goodbye She Cried
The Pickled Punks are comin' to a town near you
Better hide the women and the booze
Their thirst cannot be sated or their hunger satisfied
Dancin' with the Devil by the fire light.
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Goodbye she cried from the bottom of the sea
You may be unlucky but you're lucky you ain't me
Could it be the hootenanny is a comin' to an end
The bottle in my hand is my only friend
The men in white coats are comin' for me
If I had sense I would surely flee.
I'm gonna shoot 'em all before they apprehend me
If you don't wanna die, you better set me free
CHORUS
Nervous as a virgin in a house of whores
Goin' to a party in a flat-bed Ford
We're gonna go to Chip's and we're gonna git lit
Whirling like a dervish and a havin' a fit
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