Drink by drink, I think, I'm thinkin'
Why don't you hang with me this week-end?
I can't walk and I can't dance
Give me a smile and then take off your pants
verse 2
Saw her eyes in the rear-view mirror
Girls in the back seat, trunk full of beer
Eyes on the prize, eyes on her thighs
I'm not that old, but I'm gettin' pretty wise
Aaaahhh Aaaahhh Aaaahhh
Aaaahhh Aaaahhh Aaaahhh
verse 3
Coke and rum, can I taste your tongue?
Won't stop sipping till we're both numb
Who's that girl in the short black skirt
Why the lip gloss and the tight white shirt?
verse 4
Hand down my pants, hands on my glass
Got to the bottom of the barrel, but I still can't dance
Life is better with a hand full of ass
Bad ass shades and a bag full of grass
Aaaahhh Aaaahhh Aaaahhh
Aaaahhh Aaaahhh Aaaahhh