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-Gadda-Da-Vida" I'll pay the bar tab and even the cab off to the hotel we'll wallow
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 (x5)