"D-R-I-N-K-I-N-G" lyrics

Well, it's finally Friday, bills are paid
And I'm lead-foot heavy on this old Chevrolet
Heading straight down the road to a place that I know
Where the country's hot and the beer's ice cold

If you wanna find me, yeah, you know where I'll be
I'll be D-R-I-N-K-I-N-G

I'm gonna start a little party 'neath the neon light
Polish off a case of cool Miller Lites
Find a heartbreaker, take her out on the floor
Dizzy her around, have her begging for more
It's a genuine, bona fide guarantee
I'll be D-R-I-N-K-I-N-G
Yeah, baby

I might tip the band, might ride that bull
Might get it handed to me in some eight-ball pool
Might wind up in a little bitty bar across town
Might not even make it back to my house

I don't know where I'm going, but I know I'll be
D-R-I-N-K-I-N-G

I'm gonna start a little party 'neath the neon light
Polish off a case of cool Miller Lites
Find a heartbreaker, take her out on the floor
Dizzy her around, have her begging for more
It's a genuine, bona fide guarantee
I'll be D-R-I-N-K-I-N-G (Come on)

Yeah, I'm gonna start a little party 'neath the neon light
Polish off a case of cool Miller Lites
Find a heartbreaker, take her out on the floor
Dizzy her around, have her begging for more
It's a genuine, bona fide guarantee
I'll be D-R-N-K-I-N-G
I meant D-R-I-K-I-N-G
I mean D-R-I-N-K-I-N-G

Yes, sir, woo