This will be the day that I die We started singing Bye bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levy But the levy was dry And good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye The day the music died I started singing

Here we go now Pour the shots out Everyone is getting hammered And the tabs on me We're going hard cause we run this shit So stay the fuck at home if you party like a bitch Take another and drink it all down We can have ten more We keep it rowdy as fuck

Hips starts swaying when the DJ drops one She might be a mess but she's a hot one With her little jeans and white t She might rev up an old boy's heart or even stop one Putting on a show tonight, letting go tonight She might be a mess, but she's a hot

Hey Romeo, let's go down to Mexico Chase senoritas drink ourselves silly Show them Mexican girls a couple real hillbillies Got a pocket full of cash and that old Ford truck Fuzzy cat hangin' from the mirror for luck Said don't you know all those little

When I party, I party hearty Fun is on my mind Put a smile on your face Leave that bummer behind There's a sister and there's a brother Havin' fun with each other Daddy always hangs up the boys He just wants to party with mother

If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come All the doctors in Hot Springs sure can't help her none She got a .38 special but I believe it's most too light Her .38 special, boys, it do very well Hey, hey, baby, where you stayed last night? Ah-oh boy,

You're always summer breaking Summer is gone (See how they play) (You're gonna need someone to break your fall) Driving through Ghost-town Metal horses a thousand feet high Pulling your top down In the back of some pretty boy's ride

Rome Georgia Picked peaches off the trees Climbed the water tower in Paris Tennessee Drank Muscadine wine She gave me a chance and I made her mine Says she'll never fly away and she's my girl It's 'cause I showed her 'round a country boy's world She was

Deep greedy and Googling every corner Tralala, in your snatch fits pleasure, broom-shaped pleasure Dead in the middle of the C-O-double M-O-N Little did I know then that the Mandela Boys soon become Mandela Men Tall woman, pull the pylons down And wrap

Bring a nickel; tap your feet. Willy and the Poorboys are playin' Down on the corner, out in the street Down on the corner, out in the street, Early in the evenin' just about supper time, Over by the courthouse they're starting to unwind. Four kids on