Its Friday night, the bar is to thump sexy senorita is fillin up my mug Big John Brandt, hes the floor Hell buy you a and then hell pound two more
Coyotes, they are singin as they on the bar start ringin as they fill up the jar Local boys are rowdy and startin to howl Belly shots are firin, man, it burns going
Me and the band, we came to some fun And we wont stop playin till the last bottles
Lets all get away, life a holiday Drink Southern Comfort the sun comes up Lets all celebrate, last will have to wait Hey bartender let the whiskey
When the clock 12, the drinks are two for one Its a guaranteed time for everyone Spendin our paychecks, down long necks Raise a lotta hell, yeah, a little fun
on peanuts, checkin out nice, what? I say it but you know what I mean The bands still playing strong, everybody along 'Hotel California', 'Sweet Alabama'
all get away, make life a holiday Drink Southern Comfort till the sun up all celebrate, last call will have to wait Hey let the whiskey fall
have to hop on a plane Or down to Montego Bay Yeah, the partys here with me and the boys Let the whiskey fall, come on, make some
Lets all get away, make life a Southern Comfort till the sun comes up Lets all celebrate, last call will have to Hey bartender let the whiskey
Hey (Hey bartender) Hey (Hey bartender)
We're our paychecks (Hey bartender) chuggin down long necks (Hey bartender)
Yeah, we're a lotta hell, yeah (Raise hell, yeah) Yeah, Home Alabama' ('Sweet Alabama')
And everybody's rocking and there's no call Hey bartender let the whiskey