| Sun just dropped off the face of the Earth
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| World just washed off a hard day’s work
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| Band’s about to kick off the night and the first song
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| (One, two, three, four)
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| There’s a seven-forty-seven cutting cross the sky
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| Granny and her slippers kissing pa goodnight
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| Gonna lock down the hatch til the first butt crack of dawn
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| And we’re just getting started
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| Drinking, picking, singing
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| Dropping our lines and hitting on strangers
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| If you’re down, get up, if you’re in, get out
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| Pop a top and fire up this party
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| Hey, hey, we’re just getting started
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| We the people of the midnight hour
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| Silver bullet proof full of whiskey power
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| Getting louder and louder as the night rolls on And getting drunk and stoned
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| We’re the all night owls and the neon lighters
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| Liquored up lovers and bar room fighters
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| And we ain’t slowing down
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| When the light weight crowd goes home
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| Cause we’re just getting started
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| Drinking, picking, singing
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| Dropping our lines and hitting on strangers
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| If you’re down, get up, if you’re in, get out
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| Pop a top and fire up this party
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| Hey, hey, we’re just getting started
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| Yeah, don’t you hate it when the night runs out of time
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| And you still got some moon in a jug of shine
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| Birds are singing and bringing on daylight
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| And we’re just getting started
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| Drinking, picking, singing
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| Dropping our lines and hitting on strangers
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| If you’re down, get up, if you’re in, get out
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| Pop a top and fire up this party
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| Hey, hey, we’re just getting started
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| Oh, yeah, we’re just getting started |