1999

The year was 1999
And we thought it was gonna be all over
So we brought all the liquors and all the pies
And decided on where to hide
So we got to the basement quicker than quick
And close the door behind
We hutches together in a corner
And decided to cry
Someone started cutting the pies
As they poured the liquor for the guys
If we were gonna go out
We go out good
Like we always planned we would
But 1201 came
Nothing did change
We laughed so hard
And poured some more
For we had work in the morning

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