Story Behind The Song

This songs tells the story of a time when I was Deejaying five nights a week, so the only night I had to go out was on a Monday night. Most of what you hear in the lyrics is the memory of alot of different Monday night bar hoping.

Song Description

A party track about hanging out inside a club/bar, drinking, kicking some ass at pool and trying to pick up women that are way beyond a league of your own. But who cares when you've got your drunk shoes on?

Lyrics

(CHORUS)
Sambouka please, set it on fire, Monday's the
weekend time to get wired, Scotch on the rocks yo! Don't forget the rye, we need a little something to make us high.


(VRS1)
When we first started off early on in the night, we were drinkin' draft pitchers seven fifty a time.
We down a couple then we head up top to shop, started playin' pool, I sunk the 8 on the break shot.
We won the game, who's next, step right up. This buddy started rackin' as I drained up another cup.
Next thing I know i'm at the bar for a quart for sure, two games later yah! I'm startin' to blur.
Don't bother keepin' count because my brain says I forgots and know it's time to quit the stick because i'm slipin' on my shots.

So I decide to get two for me and two for you, a broken down golf cart chased a b 52.

I got sex on the beach from the shooter lady, girl, how was I to resist this bikini top pearl?
Cause everybody knows how it's all loads of fun, here I come, when you got your drunk shoes on.
(Chorus)

(VRS2)
Another friend shows up, you know it's time for tequila. Like'n where i'm at now, trails are blazin',
another down the hatch, now the music's amazin'.
Fadin' out the people that I really don't care for, start hittin' on the ladies that iv'e never seen before.(Do you realize your blurred and your slurin' your words? Get back to your stool!)Oooh that hurts.
A girl like her don't want a guy like me, but my lips are gettin' dry so I take to my seat.
Sambouka please, set it on fire, Monday's the weekend, time to get wired.
I got sex on the beach from the shooter lady, girl, how was I to resist this bikini top pearl?
Cause everybody knows how it's all loads of fun, here I come, when you got your drunk shoes on.

(Chorus)

(BRIDGE)
Help us get wired,I'll take sambouka, Monday's our weekend, and she needs tequila. (X2)

(VRS3) Oh my god, time to catch last call, as the bass kicks down, lights bounce off the ball.
The shine off a buckle nearly makes me blind as I tilt my head, so to state which kind.
I'll take a purple f@$%&?, but no more draft,
an up front c%#$@? in a thin tall glass, scotch on the rocks yo! Don't forget the rye, a beam me up scotty and the shooter girls thigh.
She needs a white wine, a mellon ball too,
better send three to the back of the queue.
If you hit me with a slingshot, what's my tab?
Under three double o, well that ain't that bad.
Shoot the girl another one, I take her to the sky. Monday's the weekend, we need to get high!
(Chorus)3