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We Three Clods
We three clods from Omaha are
Spending Christmas Eve in a car
Driving, drinking,
Glasses clinking,
Who needs a lousy bar?
Ohh...
Drink to Charlie. Drink to Paul
Drink to friends we can?t recall
Swerving, speeding
Signs unheeding
Drink to anything at all
We three clods are feeling no pain
Drunk as skunks with booze on the brain
Senses losing
'Til we?re cruising
Into a wrong way lane
Ohh...
Drink to Melvin. Drink to Fred
Drink to those two trucks ahead
Headlights flashing
Screeching, crashing
Drink till they pronounce us dead
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