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Someone To Go Home ToWords and Music by Jonny Olsen|
We started our journey in St. John's Newfoundland The cabbie told us something That we couldn't really understand Spent our days just playing our percussion Grinding at Benders and drinking White Russians I took a moment to pause in the can When I came back, Tony was doing the Superman He won first prize for his dancing competition That's what you get when you have no inhabitions Hey, what time is it? Hey, what time is it? We stopped at Water Street That's what it said on the sign So we hit the roof and we soaked the people walking by The cops came so we got up and we ran And we jumped from roof to roof Like a loaded Jackie Chan We got a plane back to Wasaga Beach Still hung over from our week of getting screached But before we knew we were hanging back in Gander Trying to do our best to find a pretty Newfoundlander Chorus: Hey, well I'm feeling right wacked Hey, do you think they'll come back Heyeyeyeyeyeye! Heeeeeeeeeeeey! And all I wanna do, is getta bit of booty or two But everybody knows that it's true All you need is someone to go home to Driving through Quebec on the Jean Lesage autoroute Tony told a joke and then I choked and really had to puke Wouldn't have been so bad if I wasn't driving at the time But it is kinda funny when you're heaving at 129km/hr I washed my shirt in the Fleuve du St. Laurent It felt like my body did a demenagement Then we walked through the forest Because we really had to go And we stumbled on a fort built by Robinson Crusoe Hey, what time is it? Hey, what time is it? We made a little stop in Rivière-du-Loup Dancing at the disco, what else are you gonna do? Then we busked on the boardwalk in good old St. John If that is where it started, something's really wrong Another evening clubing at the Hot Spot Trying to score but we never really got a lot I found a honey young enough to be a school girl Tony ran home and got chased by a cougar Chorus When I'm on the run, I'll be dancing in the sun Come on everybody, we be having lots of fun Puts your pants on, put your shirt on Put your booties on You got to get it, get it goin' on In Halifax, hanging out with Jay Ess Pizza corner, everything was such a mess He met a girl, she left, well that's her loss Then one morning we caught him with the big boss Tony's last night, looking for his last score We made beer angels in the middle of the dance floor He met a girl, she was such a motivator They had fun riding on the elevator Chorus |
  
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