A backyard party We're just having a backyard party I feel like yeah Everyone's happy Finally it's the weekend All the hard work's behind me, yeah And I just invited all my friends I'm bout to throw something on the grill And get together and play some

I drink to that, yeah yeah Don't let the bastards get ya down Turn it around with another round There's a party at the bar Cheers to the freakin' weekend Yeah yeah yeah Oh let the Jameson sink in Everybody putcha glasses up and I drink to that (yeah yeah

We met when we were in school Never took no shit from no one, we weren't fools The teacher says we're dumb We're only having fun We piss on everyone In the classroom When we got thrown out I left without much fuss An' weekends we'd go dancing Down

Back when the weekend lasted a little longer But things seemed to never end back then Oh way back when When a little went a long way Back when everything seemed just a little bit stronger I can't tell you why they did Six beers, five guys And if I

It's all easy Until we fall Rack 'em up Put 'em down I like to party You like to party We like to party Another Sunset What a way to start another messy night

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

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

Too many missed calls, too many texts I know that it won’t be long, yeah You’ll be like 'Babe, come over' I know how this goes, yeah Talk about you need closure Every time the weekend comes, yeah Damn, I wish I missed my ex Til you‘re gonna call my

Won't we see once again In foreign soil, in foreign land Who will guide us through the end, oh Only in the way you want it Only on the day you want it Only with your understanding and every single day you want it City with the weight upon it City in 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