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Ladies And Gentleman... "The Let's-Go-Out-Tonites!"
Lyrics 
I'm tired, I'm bored and where's the cocaine?
Things don't get started 'til midnight in my brain
I called up Marie, then had sex for free
I asked her to give back my records and my jeans
full lyrics... 
I'm tired, I'm bored and where's the cocaine?
Things don't get started 'til midnight in my brain
I called up Marie, then had sex for free
I asked her to give back my records and my jeans
full lyrics... 
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Features Of This Song
punk influences
a subtle use of vocal harmony
acoustic rhythm piano
extensive vamping
minor key tonality
electric rhythm guitars

These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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So everybody woke, telling the same joke
Perhaps a little game of poker?
Don't know how to lead, just follow along
Songwriter: Butch Walker
What's it this week?
To out dance the dancefloor just [Incomprehensible]
Make up your own version, sing along
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Publisher: SONOTROCK MUSIC
I called up Marie, then had sex for free
There is no right or wrong way for certain
Or the import by the 'Let's Go Out Tonites'
So eight months ago, nice try
Don't know how to lead, just follow along
So everybody woke, telling the same joke
Not to cut myself and talk about it
Make up your own version, sing along
Don't know how to lead, just follow along
So everybody woke, telling the same joke
Can't seem to, no matter how hard I try
There is no right or wrong way for certain
But to shave off your beard
Singing the same chorus to a song
I'm tired, I'm bored and where's the cocaine?
That hasn't even been wrote
Singing the same chorus to a song
Make up your own version, sing along
Don't know how to lead, just follow along
Singing the same chorus to a song
That hasn't even been wrote
That hasn't even been wrote
Make up your own version
I asked her to give back my records and my jeans
Your look better without it
There is no right or wrong way for certain
That's so over, gimme a razor
Everybody woke, telling the same joke
That hasn't even been wrote
Lions and wolves are the latest, oh my
Things don't get started 'til midnight in my brain