We got beer and a tub and some good lookin' girls Dressed to the nines, lookin' for a good time Jacked up trucks, stacked in thick White rocks stuck in the mud grips And a big old bouncer at the door But don't show him your I.D.And don't you dare step out on the floor If you ain't here to party You picked the wrong place You picked the wrong Friday night If you ain't here to party You'll be missin' out On the best damn time of your life So go on and throw your card down Knock a shot out And get yourself in the zone Yeah, you might as well Go on and head your ass back home If you ain't here to party There's a little old Louisiana band Playin' a swampy jam and brown sugar tans Lookin' so fine, shakin' that thing In the zydeco cage and purple rain Raise your drink up in the air And everybody sing along Man, you're here all alone If you ain't here to party You picked the wrong place You picked the wrong Friday night If you ain't here to party You'll be missin' out On the best damn time of your life So go on and throw your card down Knock a shot out And get yourself in the zone Yeah, you might as well Go on and carry your ass back home If you ain't here to party If you ain't here to party You picked the wrong place You picked the wrong Friday night If you ain't here to party You'll be missin' out On the best damn time of your life So go on and pick someone out Maybe make out And get their number in your phone Man, the only way You'll be goin' home alone Is if you ain't here to party Yeah, you better be here to party Yeah, we're all here to party Yeah, we're all here to party Throw your keys on the bar, you ain't drivin' your car You're here with me, that's how it's gonna be' Cause we're here to party, baby Yeah, yeah, whoa If you ain't here to party, yeah You picked the wrong Friday night
We got beer and a tub and some good lookin' girls Dressed to the nines, lookin' for a good time Jacked up trucks, stacked in thick White rocks stuck in the mud grips And a big old bouncer at the door But don't show him your I.D.And don't you dare step out on the floor If you ain't here to party You picked the wrong place You picked the wrong Friday night If you ain't here to party You'll be missin' out On the best damn time of your life So go on and throw your card down Knock a shot out And get yourself in the zone Yeah, you might as well Go on and head your ass back home If you ain't here to party There's a little old Louisiana band Playin' a swampy jam and brown sugar tans Lookin' so fine, shakin' that thing In the zydeco cage and purple rain Raise your drink up in the air And everybody sing along Man, you're here all alone If you ain't here to party You picked the wrong place You picked the wrong Friday night If you ain't here to party You'll be missin' out On the best damn time of your life So go on and throw your card down Knock a shot out And get yourself in the zone Yeah, you might as well Go on and carry your ass back home If you ain't here to party If you ain't here to party You picked the wrong place You picked the wrong Friday night If you ain't here to party You'll be missin' out On the best damn time of your life So go on and pick someone out Maybe make out And get their number in your phone Man, the only way You'll be goin' home alone Is if you ain't here to party Yeah, you better be here to party Yeah, we're all here to party Yeah, we're all here to party Throw your keys on the bar, you ain't drivin' your car You're here with me, that's how it's gonna be' Cause we're here to party, baby Yeah, yeah, whoa If you ain't here to party, yeah You picked the wrong Friday night
