I'm nice right now man I-I feel good If you have a drink, would you please put it in the air? That party last night was awfully crazy, I wish we taped it I danced my ass off and had this one girl completely naked Drink my beer and smoke my weed But my good friends is all I need Pass out at three, wake up at ten Go out to eat, then do it again (Man, I love college) I wanna go to college for the rest of my life Sip Bankers Club, and drink Miller Lite On Thirsty Thursday and Tuesday Night Ice And I can get pizza a dollar a slice So fill up my cup, let's get fucked up I'm next on the table, who want what I am champion, at beer pong Allen Iverson, Hakeem Olajuwon Don't even bounce, not in my house Better hope you make it, otherwise, you naked Time isn't wasted, when you're getting wasted Woke up today, and all I could say is, um That party last night was awfully crazy, I wish we taped it (I wish we taped it) I danced my ass off and had this one girl completely naked Drink my beer and smoke my weed But my good friends is all I need Pass out at three, wake up at ten Go out to eat, then do it again Man, I love college (Hey!) I love drinking (Hey!) I love women (Hey!) Man, I love college (Hey!) I can't tell you what I learned from school But, I could tell you a story or two Um, yeah, of course, I learned some rules Like don't pass out with your shoes on And don't leave the house, 'till the booze gone And don't have sex, if she's too gone When it comes to condoms, put two on Then tomorrow night, find a new jawn Hold the beer bong, nothing wrong with some fun Even if we did get a little bit too drunk Time isn't wasted, when you're getting wasted Woke up today, and all I could say is That party last night Was awfully crazy, I wish we taped it (I wish we taped it) I danced my ass off And had this one girl completely naked Drink my beer and smoke my weed But my good friends is all I need Pass out at three, wake up at ten Go out to eat, then do it again Man I love college (Hey!) I love drinking (Hey!) I love women (Hey!) I love college (Hey!) Now if everybody would please Put their drink, as high as they can As high as they can, and repeat after me Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Freshmen! Freshmen! Freshmen! Freshmen! Do something crazy! Do something crazy! Do something crazy! Do something crazy! Keg-stand! Keg-stand! Keg-stand! Keg-stand! (That party last night) Man I love college, I love it (That party last night) Goodnight everybody, I gotta head back to class for a little bit That party last night Was awfully crazy, I wish we taped it (You know what's going on) I danced my ass off And had this one girl completely naked Drink my beer and smoke my weed (You are all invited) But my good friends is all I need (Bring your friends) Pass out at three, wake up at ten Go out to eat, then do it again Man, I love college Do I really have to graduate or can I just stay here for the rest of my life?

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Wish I was riding the steam train Right out of the pages of time Down through the ol' Roaring Twenties To the fall of 1929 Back in heyday of railroads Before airplanes fluttered and flew Color me in like a cartoon hobo Doing what bums used to do Songs from the great Jimmie Rodgers Hearing ol' Bing Crosby croon This is a song of how things used to be And a script of a hobo cartoon Show me hopping a freight train Somewhere south of the yard Make it a Santa Fe boxcar Paint it all rusty and hard Sketch out an old hobo jungle Make the old days come alive on the page Build a rough shack Down by thе track Weather it heavy with agе Songs from the great Jimmie Rodgers Hearing ol' Bing Crosby croon This is a song of how things used to be And a script of a hobo cartoon Sometimes things are great to remember Some are too good to forget Things back then were so different Some things we think of them yet Songs from the great Jimmie Rodgers Hearing ol' Bing Crosby croon This is a song of how things used to be And a script of a hobo cartoon

Loneliness is settin' in How I feel, you don't know All my tomorrows, they depend On how my todays go Ain't seen your face for a few years or more You don't write, you don't call Tell me what are all the memories for When you don't remember at all? I'm sad and lonely I wonder do you feel the same? Tell me, am I the only one Drinking and cursing your name? Maybe someday, you'll walk into Some bar I'm singing in You'll hang your head in sorrow and cry When you see the shape that I'm in Oh, I'm sad and lonely I wonder do you feel the same? Tell me, am I the only one Drinking and cursing your name? Tell me, am I the only one Drinking and cursing your name?

Decided to write a song for my hero Considering he's done so much for me He's the one that pulled me up when I fell down so low He's the one that led me through the darkness when I could not see Never met a man more gentle or any humbler Never once heard him raise his voice or saw him mad But I watched him break his back on coal and lumber To give her everything she never had Cause when it all comes down to zero There's nothing more this life could ever give And I know I'll never find another hero Not another one like him Born on a summer day in some dark holler Way back in the hills of Perry County Well he grew up poor and he never saw a dollar But a dollar ain't no good in a coal camp anyway Cause when it all comes down to zero There's nothing more this life could ever give And I know I'll never find another hero Not another one like him And if I'm half the man he is when I die I don't know if I could ask for too much more He taught me you only need one hand To count your real friends in this life But if you find true love you better take both arms And hold on til your sore