She says it's good to get tan
She says it's bad to get burned
She says it's great getting high
She says it's lame to get fried
She says there's way too many drugs
Too many chumpy, junky thugs

And it ain't no fun falling 5 flights of stairs
Into a real fierce fifteen
And it ain't that sweet working 6 days a week
And your swimsuit gets ripped
And it's dripping wet with frosting
It's colossal, it's much bigger than us
Its the shit they stick in liquor
That makes us lick the chicks that we don't like.
And it ain't that great, and it ain't that great...


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Plymouth Rock song meanings
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