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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Powersolo
Powersolo
Performer
The Tremolo Beer Gut
The Tremolo Beer Gut
Organ
Kim Hjorth Jeppesen
Kim Hjorth Jeppesen
Electric Guitar
Anders Pedersen
Anders Pedersen
Hand Claps
Mike Sullivan
Mike Sullivan
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kim Hjorth Jeppesen
Kim Hjorth Jeppesen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Tremolo Beer Gut
The Tremolo Beer Gut
Producer
Jesper Reginal
Jesper Reginal
Producer

Lyrics

I've got my black slacks on baby, ready to ball
I don't care if I flip or fall
I've got the whole wide world at my feet
I'm gonna spin it around and make it roll
I don't care bout politicians and what they say
I have my tricks, I have a better way
Money talks, so they say
But man, it only walks away
Oh baby, it's wicked
You gotta see her
Religious competition, how far will you go
To touch the Father, Son and the Holy Ghost
In my book baby, you're the only one that counts
You're the acid drop in my sugar bowl
I'm gonna bob you around to this crazy sound
I got to get ya off the hook, get yaa off the ground
Come on with me baby, come on party all night
Cause I can party till the broad, broad day light
Come on
You gotta see her
Before it's too late
Come with me, come and party all night
Cause I can party party till the broad day light
Come on party with me, party party all night
Catch your breath, let's get outside
What you up to?
Hey, what you up to?
You up to falling down?
Bop bop bop bop bop bop bop
You gotta see her
Written by: Kim Hjorth Jeppesen
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