Crushin' It

I sure could use an attaboy or a big old high five

I'd love to hear "you're killing it, dude", yeah it's bit a long time

Since I hit one out of the park or nailed it as they say

I guess I've been in a dry spell but that's about to change

Cause every week has a weekend, by this time Friday night

I'll be done with my third can of cold Bud Light

And I'll be crushin' it, yeah I'll be crushin' it

They say your baby's mad cause you told her that you'd hang some pictures for her

You know the ones she framed late last spring of you and her in Florida

You're up on the ladder when it shatters into smithereens

She shakes her head, looks at you and says

"Ain't you good for anything?" and you say

Every week has a weekend, by this time Friday night

You want a margarita, I'll get Tequila and ice

And I'll be crushin' it, with a cold one in my other hand

I'll be crushin' it, when I'm finished with my can

I can stomp it with my boot, crunch it with my fist

Smash it on my forehead, yeah I got this

I'll be crushin' it, oh I'll be crushin' it

I figured this out in college, walking past them Gothic columns

That I was gonna probably wind up somewhere near the bottom

I was never gonna be the best and brightest guy around

But like the great George freakin Straight, I'm the king of getting unwound

And every week has a weekend, by this time Friday night

I'll be done with my third can of cold Bud Light

And I'll be crushin' it, every weekend's a weekend

Yeah I'll be crushin' it, by this time Friday night

I'll be crushin' it, I'll be done with my third can

Oh, I'll be crushin' it, of cold Bud Light

I'll be crushin' it, I'll be crushin' it