Lyrics

I'll take two of those and a ticket for the lottery
A few bucks on pump number five
New shoes, new clothes, I guess I'm feeling lucky
And that might be all wrong come the morning light
But it's all, alright tonight.


I'll take three of these and a red BIC lighter
Fire up a little something for the drive
And if you please, be my shotgun rider (be my lover and fighter)
Cause it might be all wrong come the morning light
But it's all, alright tonight.

Who the hell sings sad songs on Saturday night
You're tuned into the wrong frequency
We all know that tomorrow sent us an invite
It don't mean that you gotta RSVP

I'll take just one more, if you take one with me
I don't mind if I do, honestly
And for my encore, I 'll tell my lies sincerely
And that might be all wrong come the morning light
But it's all, alright tonight.