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Fever
I got a rip in my pants and a hole in my brand new shoes
I got a Margarita nose and a breath full of Mad Dog Booze
Chorus:
I got the fever, fever, fever, fever
Yeah, they threw me outa jail I tell ya it ain't fair
I tried to kiss the judge from the electrica' chair
Yeah we're all here cause we're not all there tonight....
The guitar's cranked and the bass man's blown a fuse
And when the whole gang bangs tell me then what's your excuse?
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