if you ain't here to party

we got beer, and a tub, and some good lookin' girls, dressed to the nights, lookin' for a good time, jacked up trucks, stacked in thick, white rocks stuck, in the mud grips, and a big 'ole 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 'ole louisiana band, playin' a swampy jam and brown sugar tans, lookin' so fine shakin' that thang, 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 that 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, you picked the wrong friday night