I sure could use an �Atta boy� or a big ol' high five I'd love to hear �You're 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 By 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
Let's say your 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 You're up on the ladder when it shatters into smithereens She shakes her head and looks at you and says �Ain't you good for anything?� And you say
Every week has a weekend By this time Friday night If you want a margarita I'll get tequila and ice And I'll be crushin' it With a cold one in my other hand And I'll be crushin' it
When I'm finished with my can I can stomp it with my boot 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 walking past them Gothic columns That I was gonna probably wind up somewhere near the bottom I was never gonna be the best or brightest guy around But like the great George freaking Strait, I'm the king of gettin' 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