I'm getting drunk on a plane Buyin' drinks for everybody But the pilot, it's a party Got this 737 rocking like a G6 Stewardess is somethin' sexy Leanin' pourin' Coke and whiskey Told her about my condition Got a little mile-high flight attention It's

Let's play ball Play, play, play ball Listen, pick me up Fill my cup Pour me another round Come on man, mix in the sin Come in and join the crowd I said, it's party time When I'm on the loose

Get your party right, it's a Friday night Lime on the rim of that dixie silver Smokin' up a faded out 4x4 I brought the songs and you brought the party Only one way to do it up right Everybody goes where eveybody knows That anything goes on a Friday

And work it low Express yourself, release the glow, attack the floor Spread your legs and arch your back And they mad cause I’m hot and they wish they was They be hating on my name but my beats they love Go up and down and make it clap Spread your legs

Don't need no slippers or a party dress, And then you Say "do you wanna take a chance? Stay with me forever When you ask "do you wanna dance, my barefoot Cinderella" The way you're lookin' right Now is what I like the best No one will ever be more

It's casual entertaining We aim to please At my parties Well this is my back yard My back gate I hate to start my parties late Here's the party cart Ain't that great? That ain't the best part baby

Start pumpin' up the party now It's the same old same old It's the same old, same grind But we don't feel we're wasting time Not so bored that we can't find a better way

Don't stop, make it pop DJ, blow my speakers up Tonight, I'm-a fight Till we see the sunlight Tick-tock on the clock But the party don't stop, no Yeah, you got me DJ, you build me up You break me down

That you wear to bed while the ceiling fan turns To the rhythm that were spinning bare feet on the floor In the living room light got me begging for more Of that party girl strutting down the hall like a beauty queen long legs and all Got me melting in

I was busy dreaming 'bout boys Head is spinning thinking 'bout boys I was busy thinking 'bout boys I want 'em all Didn't hit 'em back I'm sorry that I missed your party I wish I had a better excuse like Don't be mad, don't be mad at me (no, no, no, no)