Do It! Lyrics

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Bam,Bam, Bam my sweet
You can sip it through a straw; you can throw it back neat
Just don't be hesitatin', waitin' for it

Cause in an ideal world they'll be comin' for you
Could be tokin' on the bale, could be sniffin' our clues
Better stake your fakin' reputation on it

Do it,
do it,
just do it!

In a Tax-free zone, down a tin can alley
There's a slipper girl-thing and man name Sally
They were talk-talk-talkin' 'bout a clever little coffin nail
Seems, down at the docks the intended lies awaitin'
And the privileged information's gonna get wet too
You can't be too careful when it comes to being careful

Do it,
do it,
just do it!

There's a man in my street keeps a flock of gray doves
And he's set in his ways, wearin' Everlast gloves
His opinion can be beat when push becomes a shove
Says he doesn't give a monkey 'bout the youth of the day
They should all drop dead, should be taken away
Put somewhere cold and all be made to stay

Do it,
do it,
just do it!

Bag it up,
Bag it up

Do it!

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Bam,Bam, Bam my sweet  
You can sip it through a straw; you can throw it back neat  
Just don't be hesitatin', waitin' for it  
  
Cause in an ideal world they'll be comin' for you  
Could be tokin' on the bale, could be sniffin' our clues  
Better stake your fakin' reputation on it  
  
Do it,  
do it,  
just do it!  
  
In a Tax-free zone, down a tin can alley  
There's a slipper girl-thing and man name Sally  
They were talk-talk-talkin' 'bout a clever little coffin nail  
Seems, down at the docks the intended lies awaitin'  
And the privileged information's gonna get wet too  
You can't be too careful when it comes to being careful  
  
Do it,  
do it,  
just do it!  
  
There's a man in my street keeps a flock of gray doves  
And he's set in his ways, wearin' Everlast gloves  
His opinion can be beat when push becomes a shove  
Says he doesn't give a monkey 'bout the youth of the day  
They should all drop dead, should be taken away  
Put somewhere cold and all be made to stay  
  
Do it,  
do it,  
just do it!  
  
Bag it up,  
Bag it up  
  
Do it!

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