I sure could use an attaboy or a big old high five
I'd love to hear your killin' it dude it's been a long time
Since I hit one out of the park or nailed it
As they say
I guess I've been in a dry spell but that's about to change
'Cause every week has a weekend
This time friday night
I'll be done with my third can
Of cold Bud Light
And I'll be crushin' it
Yeah I'll be crushin' it
They'd say yur baby's mad
'cause you told her that you'd hang some pictures for her
You know the ones she framed from late last spring
of you and her in Florida
Your up on the ladder when it shatters
Into Smithereens
She shakes her head looks at you and says
Ain't you good for anything
And you say every week has a weekend
By this time friday night
You want a Margarita
I'll get the cubes of ice
And I'll be crushin' it
With a cold one in my other hand
Yeah I'll be crushin' it
When I'm finished with my can
I can stomp it with my boots
Punch it with my fist
Smash it on my forehead
Yeah I got this
I'll be crushin' it
Oh I'll be crushin' it
I figured this out in college
Walkin' past them gothic columns
That I was gonna probably wind up somewhere
near the bottom
I was never gonna be the best or the brightest guy around
But like the great George freakin' Strait
I'm the king of getting unwound
And every week has a weekend
By this time friday night
I'll be done with my third can
Of cold Bud Light
And I'll be crushin' it
Every week has a weekend
Yeah I'll be crushin' it
By this time friday night
Oh I'll be crushin' it
I'll be done with my third can
Oh I'll be crushin' it
Of cold Bud Light
And I'll be crushin' it
I'll be crushin' it