Unlock the door, hit the fridge, crack myself a beer
Been bustin' ass all fuckin' week, so glad the weekend's here
Call my buddies 'bout the parties, and the chicks
Got to know the wildest place to go to get my kicks
Don my best leather, my bowl of stash
Next drop is my dealer's pad; I know this bag won't last

Half but one, a blown Corvette, brand new nitrous tank
500 watts of Blaupunkt and heavy metal cranks
Smokin' tires, screaming corners fly on through the night
The only time that I descend cuz I see city lights
Touch down at the corner store, check the junkies out
We burn a few and exchange the news about the party route
The keg scout scene was rockin' yes, the place really pumped
We grabbed some ass, copped a buzz, and went to roll some
Punks

Got nowhere to go, got no one to be
Got no one to love tonight, come on ladies
Don't know what it is from birth that put the fire in me
Come on won't you let me be your one and Mr. Only

Cruise through town and race some clown who thought his boxer bad
Blew it up when I grabbed third gear, post at ten grand
Next the bar, I case the joint with my favorite - J D straight
Eye lock! Christ she can't be real, I wonder who I rate
Blond, dark, thirty two twenty three ow! Thirty four
Gave a wink, she bit her lip, the body temp it soared
Downed my shot, wandered over, looked her in the eye
What's the lady havin', Whiskey with a sigh

Shot the shit
Plotting attempt
Waiting for a sign
Clock knocked two
Gave up for lost
Then she said
Your crib or mine
Took it home
Rabbit's brood
But snapped was this my fife
Said babe you ain't seen nothing yet
It's only Friday night!

Come on take a ride
Got something better in mind
Let's cut the bullshit, get down to the point
The dress you have on should be fine

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