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