I'm on the road again, with my family, my friends,
looking for a party to crash for the night,
just for the night.
Raise your 40's high,
and here's the to the night,
we won't remember tomorrow.
Raise your 40's high,
and here's the to the night,
we won't remember tomorrow.
And when we start, we will rage,
drunk fights, bottle breaks,
as we live through these,
like it's our last day.
And we won't stop until, until the kegs are tapped out,
and we are forced to sleep on the floor or the couch,
on the floor or the couch.
Raise your 40's high,
and here's to the night,
we won't remember tomorrow.
(x5)