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bud bronson & the good timers - we are the champions (of the basement) كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
can you really consider it a rite of p-ssage
if you never even let him p-ss?
but you could never help being such a bad-ss
ripping ’round in your black trans am
never let ’em tell you it’s going outta style
that you’re the last of a dying breed
we can still rule it all from the top row
of the lieder field nosebleeds

[pre-chorus]
if it’s all been done, we’ll do it all again
some friends stay put, some friends have left
we still got us, yeah to h-ll with them
we can always kick it in our bas-m-nts

[verse 2]
and i can wear my dad’s old softball jacket
from the year they were county champs
and we can play a show at the american legion
like we did with our high school bands
i saw you slumped against the wall
you were starting at a baywatch poster on the door
sucking on the end of a dying cigarette
i guess the glory days are back once more

[pre-chorus]
from way up here on the overp-ss
we can watch ’em all just racing past
we’re k!lling time and crushing cans
we’re forever champs

[chorus]
whoa, we are the champions
we are the champions
we are the champs of the bas-m-nt
whoa, we are the champions
we are the champions
we are the champs of the bas-m-nt
if we miss our glory days
we’ll turn back the clock so they always stay
the world used to be such a smaller place
in the bas-m-nt, everything will be okay

[bridge]
let ’em jam up the highway
let ’em gridlock 78
when they come for us it won’t matter
baby, n-body’s getting away

- bud bronson the good timers

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