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I didn't mean to turn you on
No way
Just wanna dance and sing my song
Oh, well, okay
Clocking in, clocking out
No I don't mind it at all
Me and the danger dudes
Were on the news
So just don't bother to call
Because
It's just a way to stay alive, boy
It's such a trip just to survive
So it's back, back to dungaree high
Just to get by, back to dungaree high
Just a great big boy
And a teeny-weeny alibi
Just a soul on ice
With a mirror and a blade
And a pocket full of ice
Cheap thrills done and the dirt cheap ants
Cause I got a headache in my pants
Because
It's just a way to stay alive, boy
It's such a trip just to survive
So it's back, back to dungaree high
Just a great big boy
With a teeny-weeny alibi
Is that rock enough?
It's just a way to stay alive, boy
It's such a trip just to survive, boy
Back to dungaree high
lyrics by kaiuss of qotsa.net
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 Available On: Alpha Motherfuckers: A Tribute to Turbonegro
From the liner notes: Recorded and mixed by Alain Johannes at 11 AD studios, Hollywood, CA. Recorded
and mixed in three hours on Tuesday, May 1st 2001. A word on Turbonegro? Where are all the new wave hooker girls?
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