"you're killing it, dude"
Yeah, it's been a long time
Since I hit one out of the park
Or nailed it, as they say
I guess I've been in a dry spell,
But that's about to change
By this time Friday night
I'll be done with my third can
Yeah, I'll be crushin' it
They say, "your baby's mad",
'Cause you told her that you'd
hang some pictures for her
You know the ones she framed late last
spring of you and her in Florida
You're up on the ladder when
it shatters into smithereens
"ain't you good for anything"
By this time Friday night
With a cold one in my other hand
When I'm finished with my can
I can stomp it with my boot,
Smash it on my forehead, yeah
Oh, I'll be crushin' it, ooh
Walking past them gothic colums
That I was gonna probably wind up somewhere,
I was never gonna be the best and
But like the great George
I'm the king of getting unwound
And every week has a weekend
By this time Friday night
I'll be done with my third can
Yeah, I'll be crushin' it
(By this time) Friday night
I'll be done with my third can
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