400A

Maybe for the weekend yeah
you’ll know you’ll never stop
you’re thinking, you’re ready
It’s time to quit your job
Sammy got the party
Kickin' down the great old roof
So come with everybody
Or just on your own
Now you’re here
It’s alright
And baby you know
We just wanna get it tight
Alright
Now you’re here
It’s alright
And baby you know
We just wanna get it tight
Alright
Let’s get fucked up
Everybody get fucked tonight
Let’s get fucked up
Everybody get fucked tonight
Let’s get fucked up
Everybody get fucked tonight
Let’s get fucked up
Everybody get fucked tonight
Let’s get fucked up
I’m falling through the trigger
I’m landing on the floor
I’m drinking, she’s smoking
I’m coming back for more
So all I’ve been thinking that cat she’s awry
Her boyfriend wanna take us home but he’s in for, it’s no fuss
Well she’s here, It’s alright
And baby you know
We just wanna get it tight
Alright
Now you’re here
It’s alright
And baby you know
We just wanna get it tight
Alright
Let’s get fucked up
Everybody get fucked tonight
Let’s get fucked up
Everybody get fucked tonight
Let’s get fucked up
Everybody get fucked tonight
Let’s get fucked up
Everybody get fucked tonight
Let’s get fucked up
Say what, no Mondays
You know Sundays just so much
Tuesdays and Wednesdays
and we’re still getting high
The best thing got the sevens playing on the stereo
Cos everybody needs you and you’re really gonna go
LET’S GET FUCKED UP!
Hah! Yeah you’re fucked up!