Its Friday night, the bar is to thump Some senorita is fillin up my mug Big John Brandt, hes watchin the Hell buy you a drink and then pound two more
Coyotes, they are singin as they on the bar Bells start ringin as fill up the jar Local boys are and theyre startin to howl Belly shots are firin, man, it burns down
Me and the band, we came to some fun And we wont stop playin till the last done
Lets all get away, make a holiday Southern Comfort till the sun comes up Lets all celebrate, last call will to wait Hey let the whiskey fall
When the clock 12, the drinks are two for one Its a good time for everyone 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, sing along 'Hotel California', Home Alabama'
all get away, make life a holiday Drink Comfort till the sun comes up Lets all celebrate, last will have to wait Hey bartender let the whiskey
Dont to hop on a plane Or down to Montego Bay Yeah, the partys right here me and the boys Let the whiskey fall, come on, some noise
all get away, make life a holiday Drink Southern Comfort the sun comes up Lets all celebrate, call will have to wait Hey bartender let the whiskey
Hey (Hey bartender) Hey (Hey bartender)
We're spendin our (Hey bartender) chuggin down long necks (Hey bartender)
Yeah, we're raise a hell, yeah (Raise hell, yeah) Yeah, Home Alabama' ('Sweet Alabama')
And everybody's rocking and no last call Hey bartender let the whiskey