It seems like every single time I've been drunk lately, my friends and I have gone on a Gnarls Barkley binge. We do sing along, although Cee Lo's range escapes us, and it sounds more like garbage than it should.
This all happened because one of the bars we went to on a night out was playing Gnarls Barkley's cover of "Gone Daddy Gone", and it's been permanently imprinted within our drunken psyches.
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It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken
Perhaps they're better left unsung
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