here He's won four big Ford's and an old John Deer He won the summer nationals twice Hes the king of the road out here on Friday nights Was a summer'
rinsed down the FAUCET Becasue I'm coming at 'em So save your devilish tricks for eve if you don't know me from Adam My lyrics are hotter than summer
it, man but that body so fit That aint it, all this lust I wants to hit But that aint it, feelin like I'm losin control That aint it, all these blunts
t mind cuz you got that kind of love 1 - I want a Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday, Friday, Saturday love Winter, spring, summer, fall Do it all,
Last call, for the moon tonight, read all, rain on Friday night, take back all the things I said, lay down, rest your pretty head now... Last call,
Thursday, F150 Friday, Saturday 50 shots to set it off for bustas tryin to carjack me Sunday only 'gon wash my tone up wit my girl sippin wine home All
, F150 Friday, Saturday 50 shots to set it off for bustas tryin to carjack me Sunday only 'gon wash my tone up wit my girl sippin wine home All week I
right she's a year ahead of me I almost broke into tears But I held it all together I've been waiting for years Cause I practice in the mirror every friday
Friday morning all alone One by one the stars each say goodbye Yeah pictures and a thousand words A thousand miles turning into song And I want
folks remember what you do in nothin', whoa nothin', but cowboy boots Well all it takes, when you're eighteen is your buddy's double dare It was eight o'clock on a friday
man, I still think them cats are crazy. They were askin' if you were around, How you was, where you could be found. Told them you were livin' downtown, Drivin' all
But that girl was a barefoot blue jean princess A hand full of rocks and daddy's pine ladder Sure did come in handy For a teenage boy thinkin' all that
knows, still it's all good i suppose Still she dare gon' play, she backed it up So i got behind her, and i lapped it up Then we danced all night, until
handsome and hot, All the little girls' souls grow weak when the manchild gives them a double shot, The schoolboy pops pull out all the stops on a Friday
although it was bad... I got around to showin' you all my scars from a motorcycle wreck as a kid, and you got around til you showed me more than that, and all
I, I need some young blood Come Friday night Bring on the big flood Like September's coming on Summer won't be back for long Hey, let's start a big
to sweep you off your feet Into a better free invention Something much more fitting of these times So when the ocean brings its wrath Until we all intend to drown Our Friday
still think those cats are crazy They were asking if you were around How you was, and where you could be found I told them you were living downtown Driving all
