Drinkers and carousers the likes you've never seen; And this night, by God! We drank till there was no more, From the Troller to the Raven with all stops in between And we're good old boys, we come from the North Shore, Well, we're good old boys, we come

I was made for this shit, rookie of the year I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed Trade my Honda to a Bentley Now these fuckboys wanna end me Ammunition, I got

All around the world, pretty girls We're just so pretty! Wipe the floor with all the boys Jump the line, to the front Pour the drinks, bring the noise Do what we like, get what we want (Some things don't change) (The girls roll up) Windows roll down

Under the stars I'm awaken To the sound of a firebird Under the sky I'm half-naked, oh, oh We started at the cinema Tear of dancing, hands in the wind Rizlas, rolling up a cigarette The boys are calling shotgun again Hot, bloody like a harlequin I hear

Does it hurt Every time you walk in a room Does it feel like work Keepin' them country boys off of you Tell me, tell me Are you tired of runnin' Through my mind's Poor boy neighborhood All, tell me does it hurt

I don't know why she love me but she do I don't know why she love me like she do I don't know why she love me but it's true She's drop dead beautiful Smart as a whip when she's in school All the boys love her, yeah, it's true One, two, three She's full

(All the girls like) I know what boys like I know what they want All the girls like I could make a honey give away her last rolo They want that good thing They wanna get some So go ahead and prove me right That's what girls like

Ride out the wave Beneath the dance hall lights, You seem a girl so sound Lights up the ground, If you give up New York, I'll give you Tennessee, The only place to be The cowboy's burning eyes, Don't like the sight of me

Yeah, that’s my kind of night! All them other boys wanna wind you up and take you downtown But you look like the kind that likes to take it way out Out where the corn rows grow, row, row my boat Floatin’ down the Flint River, catch us up a little catfish

We're under the sheets and you're killing me Like all the boys before Like all the boys boys boys boys In our house made of paper, your words all over me Like all the boys before, like all the boys before We're in a mess baby, we're in a mess babe