| There’s a bonfire burnin'
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| Got Bocephus blarin' louder than allowed
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| Out in our neck of the neighborhood
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| If you wanna see follow me Over the river and through the woods
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| When the bugs and the beer start bitin'
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| There’s bound to be some friendly fightin'
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| Usually little Becky Lee winds up Jumpin' up on somebody’s hood, don’t she dance good?
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| Join the crowd gathered 'round
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| Over the river and through the woods
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| Just follow my tail lights, out past the streetlights
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| Left then a hard right, they’re goin' all night
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| We’ll do a little what we want
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| After one long week of doin' what we should
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| Over the river and through the woods
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| At first I thought she was kiddin'
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| When she mentioned skinny dippin'
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| She said, follow me through the trees
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| Yes siree, unless I misunderstood
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| We’ll splash and splish with the fish
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| Over the river and through the woods
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| That’s my beer can next to her beer can
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| Next to my work pants up there on dry land
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| We’ll do a little what we want
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| After one long week of doin' what we should
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| Over the river and through the woods
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| That’s my sore head layin' in my truck bed
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| Eyes blood shot red, hearin' what my mama said
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| We did a little what we want
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| After one long week of doin' what we should
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| Over the river and through the woods
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| Yeah, over the river and through the woods |