"Port A" lyrics

We're ready now for a week out on the water
And got buddies down from Lubbock with that West Texas snow
And we're all for raising a little hell out on the island
Get drunk and tie one on and get a little out of control

My buddy's bringing his new lady down from San Mo
She's a Zeta Tau Alpha on down at Texas State
And she says she's got a sister that's a little hot to handle
Oh, but I'll be too damn drunk for it to matter anyway

And like the sea she calls to me
What the hell is wrong with me
I can't be trusted with a substance these days
With a bottle of Evan and some cheap amphetamine
You'll have yourself a real good time way down in Port A
Oh, yeah

One shitty beach house, two pick-ups, and a cooler
Oh, and all the cheap-ass alcohol that our money could buy
And we're headed to the shoreline for one hell of a shit show
And them girls up in the backseat keep on giving me the eye

And then like the sea she calls to me
What the hell is wrong with me
I can't be trusted with a substance these days
With a bottle of Evan and some cheap amphetamine
You'll have yourself a damn good time way down in Port A
Oh, yeah

We're headed back from our week-long of a bender
With a sunburn, and a headache, and a new DUI
And I left my rowdy ways out on the shores of Corpus Christi
Thank God for Southern Texas, and thank God I'm still alive

And like the sea she calls to me
What the hell is wrong with me
I can't be trusted with a substance these days
With a bottle of Evan and some cheap amphetamine
You'll have yourself a damn good time way down in Port A
You can take your ass on over to the Corpus Christi Bay
Or you can have yourself a pretty good time way down in Port A