Feelin’ too good on a Saturday night
Unless ya think I’m faded
Found myself trying to drink through the night
If memory serves my mind was jaded
She told me I should stand up
And throw my hands up
And recognize the time was wasted
She told me I should get down
And tell the whole town
While Reba makes her gin in the basement

Drink by drink, we all succumb
Miles and miles, from the sun

Eating all the snacks
Drunk people
Fighting in the back
Drunk people
Talking all the smack
Drunk people
Can I have some fries with that (that)

Feelin’ too good on a Friday night
Unless ya think I’m fakin’
We found ourselves tryin’ to peruse threw the night
If memory served her vibe was related
She told me I should stand up
And throw my hands up
And recognize the time was wasted
She told me I should get down
And tell the whole town
While Reba makes her gin in the basement

Drink by drink, we all succumb (succumb, succumb, succumb)
Miles and miles, from the sun

Eating all the snacks
Drunk people
Fighting in the back
Drunk people
Talking all the smack
Drunk people
Can I have some fries with that (that)
Eating all the snacks
Drunk people
Fighting in the back
Drunk people
Talking all the smack
Drunk people
Can I have some fries with that (that)