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I remember those summers like a dream ago Nights so high, and weeks so slow Backyard parties comin in waves Scratched LP's and Purple Haze Punched the clock, paid my union dues Swapped my sneakers for my steel toe shoes Take away dusk, cappuccino dawn Pimps and strippers, golden limbs, spice of life, whiff of sin Friday night, don't drag your feet Young blood pumpin' to a strange back beat Friday night like Bundy neat Smells so sleazy and tastes so sweet Fifteen bucks cause my boards in hock Petrol on credit, car on blocks Old man's spanners, old man's jack Grease on the nipple and a new set of fats My little brother's boppin' to the summertime blues Flyin too high on aeroplane glue Dad said he had prospects growing up clean Come the night, neon skies, another pale kid with the fire in his eyes Friday night, don't drag your feet Young blood pumpin' to a strange back beat Friday night like Bundy neat Letras de cancionesSmells so sleazy and tastes so sweet Neon circus but there's not enough lights Urban jungle but there's nothing to fight Twist and shimmy black wrap arounds Red stillettos, cut concrete, puttin on cool in a city on heat Friday night, don't drag your feet Young blood pumpin' to a strange back beat Friday night like Bundy neat Smells so sleazy and tastes so Friday night, don't drag your feet Young blood pumpin' to a strange back beat Friday night like Bundy neat Smells so sleazy and tastes so sweet From Letras Mania