Spent the night in an L. A. jail, and listened to the sirens wail.
They ain't got a thing on me, I'm running wild, I'm running free.
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Puller here at the Bottle Top, whiskey, dancing, disco hop.
Now all the boys are after me, and that's the way it's gonna be
[Chorus]
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Daha onaltı, kamyon sürdü, parasız, şanssız
Evim diye adlandırabileceğim hiçbir yer yok, bas gaza ve gidelim