| Bottles flying, women crying
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| Ceiling sagging, 'bout to fall
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| Jason Fleming, chasing women
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| Pickin' fights with one and all
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| Now Jason Fleming’s quite a man
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| He raises cain with who he can
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| He goes out nightly and has a ball
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| And whoops it up from wall to wall
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| Tells the band to play it slow
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| 'Hey, are you playing slow?
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| You, out you go"
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| Jason Fleming, chasing women
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| He’s a swinging daddy-o
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| Bottles flying, women crying
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| Ceiling sagging, 'bout to fall
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| Jason Fleming, chasing women
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| Pickin' fights with one and all
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| Now you know me, not you
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| Now he was raised in a Cajun swamp
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| Before he walked he learned to stomp
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| He stomped so loud that they run him off
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| Right in the middle of the whooping cough
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| Deal the cards and let 'em fall
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| This old boy he beats 'em all
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| Jason Fleming, chasing women
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| He’s a swinging daddy-o
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| Bottles flying, women crying
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| Ceiling sagging, 'bout to fall
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| Jason Fleming, chasing women
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| Pickin' fights with one and all
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| Now you know me Jason, you cut that out
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| Wow! |