On every single Friday all the boys would gather round, we’d meet up at the local bar, our favorite place in town We’d take up several tables and we’d laugh and cause a fuss, and to our tables buckets came with drinks for all of us Well Rick would spin the music and the bar would be a sight, we’d sing out Kareoke till the early morning light Despite the many drinks we had, it wasn’t very long, till everyone throughout the place would hear our merry song We yelled So-fie, bring to us our beer And as she brought the pitchers out the boys would raise a cheer We all knew why our mouths were dry and who would be our pearl And on her way, we each would say, sweet Sofie you’re our girl Yes Tank would dance the running man, and Lunchbox drank his fill, old Gump he talked to everyone, and Pat would simply chill Bluto knew the answer to most every question had, and if you sought the drunkest one, your target was The Chad Well Flounder he was fearless and would do most anything, Timmy was the little one, and Jay Mac had the bling Diesel watched o’er everything silent and sincere and when they all were thirsty boy-oh this is what you’d hear Chorus Thinkin back about those days sure brings me to grin Shots of Jack, tarantulas, it should’a been a sin But even with the bad times, I don’t regret the days that have been Yes everyone inside that place sure knew we were there, we drank and sang and carried on without the slightest care And if sometimes there was a tune that didn’t please the bar, well sure as there were drinks abound, Black Betty wasn’t far So when the night was winding down our eyes so glossy bright, and 9 times out of ten my friends there never was a fight Well Rick would give us all a nod and say it was last call, and heaven and the earth would shake from chanting one and all Chorus *2