I tied on my boots and strapped on my bracelet
to go out and meet some new faces.
Went to the store to buy some dark gin,
and now I know my night`s ready to begin.
A dozen friends in my big `ol car,
my `62 Buick can`t take us too far.
Out for the night, it`ll be so rude,
gotta hold us down before the night is through.
In Grand Rapids, there`s nothing to do.
When you`re down it`s the same way too.
Gotta get up, do the best that you can.
To be a fool, is to be a man.
Well I went to the party with the big `ol keg.
They said the way I drank, they thought I had a hollow leg.
Standing around, starting to groove,
with my beer in hand I think I`ll plot my next move.
I spot a pretty girl giving me a wink
trying to catch my eye, or so I think.
Such a fool I am, should not have overlooked
that her eyes were only clouded by the smoke.
Well I went to Denny`s to buy me some food,
said it`s the only place that can put me in the mood.
I order my fries and always complain,
but the way they taste I think I`d rather eat them plain.
But I`m still with my friends, still having fun
talking shit while the night is still young.
But I bet they watch me drink as much as I`m able,
I know they`ll laugh when they find me passed out on the table.