late weekend night and i'm at the bojar grill i got decisions to be made between lager and ale when through the kitchen door come the dancing girl oh the thoughts in my head i hope she'll nod at this drunken bar slob 'cause i'm ready, willing and able yes i'm ready, willing and able over to the jukebox i staggered for a love song to scatter my body before her didn't have change and i lost my damn brains so i started humming in-a-godda-da-vida i'll pay the bar tab and even the cab off to the hotel we'll wallow