Big Time Lyrics

It's Sunday night in the city and his flat tops done just right Below The Drop is on the stereo he'll meet the stiffs for a drinking night it's quarter past eight and he's never been late for a bottle with his name on it so it's into the car and down to the bar where he buys the first round for the boys [chorus] well he's headed to the Mad Dog where he's looking for a skinhead girl he'll take what he can it's the story of a man and the life of a drunken fool you never know who he'll meet I've seen him dancing in the street and next Sunday he'll be coming back for more he worked his way through the slaughterhouse and through the years that he'd rather forget he holds true to the friends that he left behind and to the boys that he just met it's quarter past eight and he's never been late for a bottle with his name on it so it's into the car and down to the bar where he buys the first round for the boys [repeat chorus] you're bound to see him someday between the city and the streets of VA so when you do don't be fooled by the story the story of a drunken fool.

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