Ready to roar, ready to roar It's five o'clock and I'm out that door I'm hot and dusty, I'm tired and wore But it's Friday night and I'm ready to roar Get down the fiddle and break out the bow Take off the gloves and throw down the hoe Worked hard all

You're my boomerang boomerang Ready to throw, ready to throw Letting you go, letting you go (booma-rang-rang) Movin' on, movin' on (booma-rang-rang) I know I’ll see you tomorrow 'Cause I'm bad to letting you go, letting you go Letting you go, letting you

You've got to get yourself together You've got stuck in a moment And you can't get out of it Now you can't get out of it I'm not afraid of anything in this world There's nothing you can throw at me That I haven't already heard I'm just trying to find a