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Bam, bam, bam my sweet!
You can sip it through a straw
You can throw it back neat
Just don't be hesitatin', waitin' for it
Cause in an ideal world they'll be comin' for you
Could be tokin' on the bale
Could be sniffin' out clues
Better stake your fakin' reputation on it

Do it
Do it
Do it
Just do it

In a tax-free zone
Down a tin can alley
There's a slipper girl thing and man name Sally
They were talk-talk-talkin' bout a clever little coffin nail

Seems down at the docks the intended lies awaitin'
And the privileged information's gonna get wet too
You can't be too careful when it comes to being too careful

Do it
Do it
Do it
Just do it

Do it

There's a man in my street keeps a flock of gray doves
And he's set in his ways, wearin' Everlast gloves
His opinion can be beat when push becomes shove

Says he doesn't give a monkey bout the youth of the day
They should all drop dead, should be taken away
Put somewhere cold and all be made to stay.

Do it
Do it
Do it
Do it
Just do it

Do it
Do it
Do it
Just do it

Bag it up
Bag it up
Bag it up
Just do it

Bag it up
Bag it up
Bag it up
Just do it

Bag it up
Bag it up
Bag it up
Just do it

Do it