Checkin’ Out

How many butts can you fit in the backseat?

How many cans can you throw in a floorboard?

Mama's credit card and your brother's ID

Six bodies, one big, good Lord

You're checkin' in to a good time

Checkin' out all that's so fine

Under a blue sky, red sunshine

Salt and green lime, white can Miller Lite

Goodbye to the real world

Hey, hey, little shot girl

Gimme the whole tray, baby, what's your name?

Party in my place, here's to a headache

That's what this week's all about

Checkin' in, checkin' out

Alabama baby pullin' up in a black Jeep

Two Georgia boys holler, hey, what's up?

Parking lot piggyback, burning the bare feet

They comin' in hot, somebody best get the door

Checkin' in to a good time

Checkin' out all that's so fine

Under a blue sky, red sunshine

Salt and green lime, white can Miller Lite

Goodbye to the real world

Hey, hey, little shot girl

Gimme the whole tray, baby, what's your name?

Party in my place, here's to a headache

That's what this week's all about

Checkin' in

Checkin' out all the bars and the cars

Up and down the beach

Checkin' in with your mama now and then

Knowin' she can't sleep, hey

Y'all hold it down

Hey, mama

Yeah, I'm bein' good

No, we ain't partyin'

It's the TV

Checkin' in to a good time

Checkin' out all that's so fine

Under a blue sky, red sunshine

Salt and green lime, white can Miller Lite

Goodbye to the real world

Hey, hey, my little shot girl

Gimme the whole tray, baby, what's your name?

Party in my place, here's to a headache, oh

That's what this week's all about

Checkin' in, checkin' out

Checkin' out