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A Party at the Campbell Place

Red Solo cups
Fire in the back
enough fuckin liquor
to cause a heart attack
Tonight we're gonna rage
to our deaths we race
you better fuckin believe it
its a party at the Campbell Place

Cold brews, great tunes
you never know what you'll see
take some shots, smoke a bowl
Fucked up we shall be
Beer pong in the garage
tonight I set the pace
i wonder if I'll remember
this party at the Campbell Place

My legs give in
wobbling when I walk
been slapped by 20 women
and I slur when I talk.
My mind says drink on
though my body begs and prays
You've had enough, its time to sleep
there will always be other days.

Its now been several years
I've been with many women
and slammed many beers
but yet none of it compares
to the distant memories i now chase
about good times, Rock & Roll, and sexy girls
at a party at the Campbell Place.
Written by ButchBergstrom
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