Twenty five minutes past quittin` time
Seven of us crammed into that truck of mine
Payin` no attention to them highway signs
Doing 90 miles an hour towards the county line
Quick sack, twelve pack, back again
It`s a b-double-e-double-r-u-n.
Our buddies and their babies letting down their hair
As long as we`re together it don`t matter where
Ain`t got a lot of money, but we just don`t care
Knowing half the fun is in the getting there
Aztec, long necks, paychecks spent
Oohh, it`s a b-double-e-double-r-u-n.
I can`t stop thinking
what the hell they were drinkin
When they made this county drive
I got a week long thirst, and to make it worse
Lord, it`s my turn to drive
Laughin, and bragging, and a carrying on
We loaded up the wagons and we headed home
I guess half a dozen cases doesn`t last that long
Come tomorrow morning it`ll be all gone
Then, it`s turn around, leave town, sounds again
Like a b-double-e-double-r-u-n.
Heeeyy, like a b-double-e-double-r-u-n.