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