I was a boy, I was a good little boy,
a very good boy when I was ten
Well I was quiet as a mouse at my Grandma's house,
it was just me and a friend
He said take a big drink up above the sink
there was a bottle on the very top shelf
I took a big chug-a-lug then I hit the rug
and he left me there by myself

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Whoa my mind's moving kinda slow there must be,
must be something in the water
Whoa this thing follows me wherever I go there must be,
must be something in the water

I was a boy, I was a very good boy,
a very good boy at seventeen
I saw a sight under the main street light,
she was the cutest thing I ever seen
Every time I tried to throw her a line
well my knees they just got weak
And I was passed a cup so I drank it up
and I was face down on the street

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Whoa this thing follows me wherever I go there
must be must be something in the water
Whoa my mind's moving kinda slow there
must be must be something in the water

Well I'm older now and I don't know how
but ten years they gone and came
My wife she left what's left of my life
just a spinnin' down the drain
But I still got my buddies and I still got my pals
And I still got my buddies and I still got my pals

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I said there must be, there must be something in the water