Drink by drink  I think  I'm thinkin'
Why not train
With me this week-end

And I can't walk
And I can't dance

Give me a smile
And then take off your pants
Saw her eyes
In the rear-view mirror
Girls in the back
Trunks full of beer
Eyes on the prize
Eyes on the prize

I'm not that open
I'm gettin' really wise

Coke and rum
Can I taste your tongue
Won't stop sipping
Till we're both numb

Lose that dirt and
The short black skirt

Why the lip gloss
And the tight white shirt

Hand down my pants
Hands on my grass

Got to the bottom of the bottom
But I still can't dance
Like this brother
With the hand full of ass

Bad ass shades
And a bag full of grass