This time next week I'm going out
I wanna break all my stitches
I wanna burn all my bridges
I'm getting tired of being mild
I want my pants ripped off by someone wild
By someone wild, by someone wild, by someone wild
Tying one on, tying one on
Tying one on, tying one on
Stale beer on old sand shoes
I don't drink, baby I plan to
I'm getting high, slander and libel
To be a stick-mag in a world of bibles
Tying one on, tying one on
Tying one on, tying one on
Things are too good, I'm set up to fall
Everybody loves me, everybody calls
I know it's gonna happen, I know I'm gonna fall
I gotta get ready, gotta get ready
This time next week I'm going out
I wanna wake up in the morning
With my bladder fucking bursting
And look across, oh God
I haven't got a clue where you came from
Tying one on, tying one on
Tying one on, tying one on
Tying one on, tying one on
Tying one on, tying one on