Let's go, hey!

Walkin' down the street on a Tuesday night,
And I'm feelin' good, yeah, I feel alright!
But I'm tryin' hard not to pull a switch,
On some drunk frat punk and this stupid BU-witch!

Don't wanna get in a fight,
But I'm easy to excite,
And there's not a cop in sight, oh!

Whoa, f___ the Kels!
Whoa-oo-oh, f___ the Kels!
There's more jocks outside
Than the whole entire NFL!
Say, whoa-oo-oh, f___ the Kels!

Yeeeah-ow!

Well everybody's been there once, yeah, no doubt.
But raise your hand if you didn't get thrown out!
Well they said, somethin' 'bout my lack of class,
Well, you can take this car, fill it up with tons of gas!

Yeah you got some warring now, (whoa-oh-oh)
It's not the only bar in town. (whoa-oh-oh)
It's just the first that I've burned down, oh! (whoa-oh-oh)

Whoa, f___ the Kels!
Whoa-oo-oh, f___ the Kels!
f___ you, f___ your mom,
f___ your whole entire clientele.
Say, whoa-oo-oh, f___ the Kels!

Whoa, f___ the Kels!
Whoa-oo-oh, f___ the Kels!
Lee-anne!
Whoa, f___ the Kels!
Whoa-oo-oh, f___ the Kels!

Whoa, f___ the Kels!
Whoa-oo-oh, f___ the Kels!
Rise up rock city,
Now it's time to raise some hell!

Singin'
Whoa-oo-oh, f___ the Kels!

We're gonna party like mother...
Rrrrahhhhhhh-owwh!

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