And I'll be crushin' it Every week has a weekend By this time Friday night I'll be done with my third can Of cold Bud Light I'll be crushin' it Yeah, I'll be crushin' it Oh, I'll be crushin' it I sure could use an attaboy

Take my hand Let me stand Where no one stands alone Hold my hand all the way Every hour, every day Come here to the great unknown Once I stood in the night With my head bowed low In the darkness

Every time we lie girl we're losing So why should we spend Saturday night alone, When I can call you on the phone, pick you up Make it up as we go along Pull and all nighter chasing that desire Sparks flying in her eyes like lighters (like lighters) Girl

I guess I'm just a lucky so and so And when the day is through Each night I hurry to A home where love waits, I know As I walk down the street Seems everyone I meet Gives me a friendly hello The birds in every tree Are all so neighborly They sing

Everybody's gonna move their feet Everybody's gonna leave their seat I feel uptight on a Saturday night Nine o' clock, the radio's the only light I hear my song and it pulls me through Comes on strong, tells me what I got to do

Bobby Sox, baby, I've got to let you go You've got a head full of nothin' But stage, screen and radio You chase autographs every night You write fan mail through the day You keep your great big head in the scrapbook Yes, and you throw the cookbook away

I can't believe it's last night again I can leave myself here The days seem so familiar There's something about the evenings Even though they change every now and then (Kenny Chesney): Well I can be myself here I can free myself here I see things go down

I wanna rock and roll all night and party every day You drive us wild, we'll drive you crazy You show us everything you've got You keep on shoutin', you keep on shoutin' You keep on dancin' and the room gets hot You say you wanna go for a spin The

And I'll be crushin' it Every week has a weekend By this time Friday night I'll be done with my third can Of cold Bud Light I'll be crushin' it Yeah, I'll be crushin' it Oh, I'll be crushin' it I sure could use an attaboy

Oh-ooh-whoa-ooh-oh-oh If you wanna party, put your hands up Don't play me just kiss me Put your hands up put your hands up Tonight I'll say Put your hands up And I swore that I would never say I miss you more every day