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Hooray Fuck - Live at the Tote
01. Pub
02. Nice Day to Go to the Pub
03. Mortician
04. Lead Me Astray
05. I'm Up You're Out
06. Enmore Backender
07. Dead in a Ditch
08. Quarter to Three
09. If You Want to Get Out of It
10. Go the Hack
11. Custom Credit
12. 20 Pot Screamer
13. Back in Town
14. Lost Cause
15. Rip n Dig
16. David Lee Roth
17. Down on the Farm
18. Hooray Fuck
Seen ya round
Seen ya round
Seen ya round
Seen ya round

Seen ya round
Seen ya round my house
You were banging the door
I was on the floor

You drive me up the wall
I ain't no spider
You drive me up the wall
I ain't no spider
You drive me up the wall
I ain't no spider

I wound up the windows
I pulled out the phones
I rolled up the carpet
I pretended I wasn't home

You drive me up the wall
I ain't no spider
You drive me up the wall
I ain't no spider
You drive me up the wall
I ain't no spider

You drove me round in a black Trans Am
I'm aboard a southbound tram

I'm southbound, I'm southbound
I'm southbound, I'm southbound
I'm southbound, I'm southbound

Twеnty-seven-and-a-half percеnt
That's money well spent

God, I should have tried a bank
Ha, I should have tried to rob a bank
I wish pubs made money
Ya know I wish pubs made money
By Christ I wish pubs made money
Give us some wah-wah, Dirty!

Take me!
Take the wife, take my job!
Take me runners
Take me gold besh
Take the part of me
They've got the lot
They've got the lot
Do you hear me
They've got the lot
By Christ I wish pubs made money
Ah Christ I wish pubs made money

Seen ya round
Seen ya round
Seen ya round
Seen ya round

I'll be seein ya
Seen ya round
I'll be seein ya
Seen ya round
I'll be seein you
Seen ya round
I'll be seein ya
Seen ya round

See you in hell!

Hell!

See yer, Knighty