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In the light of the seashell lamp,
all her friends are going to be there.
In the wrap-around the table boothes
swiriling their cocktails with little umbrellas.
Inthe hula dancer painting,
the black light charges the fluorscent sunset
as she twirls a little plastice monkey around the rim of her Coke and whiskey.

They'll be sing karaoke
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they're drunk
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enough.

This corner of Polunesia has been here sincethe 50's.
From family resturant and hipster night spot,
the menu tells the story.
She's leafing through the song book,
eventhough she's been rehearsing.
She loves to sing the saddest ballads
and stardards of Billie Holiday.
Fromteh stage there is a caterwall.
This guy can barely follow the dot on teh wall,
and inside she thinks it's disgusting
although half the place is in stiches.

They'll be sing karaoke
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they're drunk
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enough.

They'll be sing karaoke
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they'll laugh.
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They'll be sing karaoke
K-A-R-A- OK-E
they're drunk
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enough.


They'll be sing karaoke
K-A-R-A- OK-E
they'll laugh.
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