Lyrics
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There's this girl, her name is Katelyn May
Came around, and started to sing and play
Sang so good, we asked her if she could stay
What's she play? She plays the uke-a-lay-lay-lay
Lay-lay-lay
Lay-lay-layyyyyy-lay-lay
There's this guy, his name is Mr. Tom
He could sing, and he could really strum
Played bass guitar and fiddle too
Never knew what he was going to do, do, do
Do, do, do
Do, do, doooooooo, do, do
There's this guy, his name is Jordan Pop
Played the drums so much, he just couldn't stop
Played them loud, and hit those drums real hard
Comes from Chile, but he's got his green card
Got his green card
Got his green card
There's this guy, his name is Blaine Catcheway
Shows up late, but he could really play
Makes our songs, and writes our lyrics too
They're so good, makes you go, ewe-ewe-ewe
Ewe-ewe-ewe
Ewe-ewe-eweeeeee-ewe-ewe
Then there's me, my name is Wayner-Wayne
I play along, it helps to keep me sane
I look forward to my Friday nights
Am I getting drunk? You're fucking right
You're fucking right
You're fucking right
That's the band, we hope you're having fun
Feel free to dance, and sing along!
Try real hard, hoping we'll go far
Friday Night Rebels, fucking F.N.R
F.N.R., F.N.R
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Wait, I don't have a green card