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Aug 2018
Moving up moving up
Going up in the world of love
Having a beer with a packet of crisps saying how’s it going mate
Then you drink a hangover cure
And it is enough to make you sick but overall it has a great taste in it
C’mon dude we need to party down with a taquila shot
Yeah that sounds will great
Mate, oh mate it will finish at
A quarter to eight
Then as we walk through the club door we see some strange people sitting in the door way
You say, just fucken move out of the way just oh just oh just move out of the fucken way
Away in a manger get kissed by a stranger loving life like he’ll wanna do and then we rock our guitars playing very loudly
And the crowd roar, we want a great guitarist to come out and play beautiful music like
I want to rock and roll all night
And party every day
And every day and every day
We will party right where we will say let’s party yeah that sounds great
Written by
johnny georgy brown
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