Lyrics Florida Georgia Line

Florida Georgia Line

Anything Goes

Alabama on the boombox, baby

‘Bout to get a little boondock crazy

Big stars breaking out through the indigo

Chevy wind comin in and stereo

Tail lights dissapear in bout a mile or so

Down a county road

Phone blowing up where you is

Baby sayin baby, let's do this

Rocket in a bottle with a fuse lit

Bout to lift it off, I'm bout to twist it off

Lime on the rim of that dixie silver

Smokin up a faded out 4x4

Girls headin off to the river, yeah

Victoria's Secret aint a secret no more

I brought the songs and you brought the party

Only one way to do it up right

Everybody goes where eveybody knows

That anything goes on a Friday night

Get your party right, it's a Friday night

Get your party right, it's a Friday night

Well baby you aint nothin but a masterpiece

Swayin and sippin that Dos Equis

Losin yourself in the big loud beat, nothin but heat

Somebody's rockin that bang box

Everybody hittin that sweet spot

Nobody mindin that tic toc

Gettin all locked in with all my friends

Lime on the rim of that dixie silver

Smokin up a faded out 4x4

Girls headin off to the river, yeah

Victoria's Secret aint a secret no more

I brought the songs and you brought the party

Only one way to do it up right

Everybody goes where eveybody knows

That anything goes on a Friday night

Get your party right, it's a Friday night

Get your party right, it's a Friday night

Alabama on the boombox baby

Bout to get a little boondock crazy

Hop on, it's a helluva ride

Cuz anything goes on a Friday night

Lime on the rim of that dixie silver

Smokin up a faded out 4x4

Girls headin off to the river, yeah

Victoria's Secret aint a secret no more

I brought the songs and you brought the party

Only one way to do it up right

Everybody goes where eveybody knows

That anything goes on a Friday Night

Get your party right It's a Friday night

Get your party right It's a Friday night