It's Friday night the bar is starting to thump

Some sexy Senorita is filling up my mug

Big John Brandt he's watching the floor

He'll buy you a drink and then he'll pound two more

Coyotes they are singing as they dance on the bar

Bells start ringing as they fill up the jar

Local boys are rowdy and they're starting to howl

Belly shots are firing, man, it burns going down

Me and the band we came to have some fun

And we wont' stop playing till the last bottle's done

Let's all get away, make life a holiday

Drink Southern Comfort till the sun comes up

Let's all celebrate, last call will have to wait

Hey bartender, let the whiskey fall

When the clock hits twelve, drinks are two for one

It's a guaranteed good time for everyone

Spending our paychecks chugging down long necks

Raise a lot of hell, yeah, have a little fun

Stepping on peanuts, checking out nice what

I didn't say it, but you know what I mean

The bands still playing strong

Everybody sing along

Hotel California, Sweet Home Alabama

Let's all get away, make life a holiday

Drink Southern Comfort till the sun comes up

Let's all celebrate

Last call will have to wait

Hey bartender, let the whiskey fall

Don't have to hop on a plane

Or sail down to Montego Bay

The party's right here with me and the boys

Let the whiskey fall, come on make some noise