If You Ain't Here To Party

We got beer and a tub and some good lookin' girls

Dressed to the nines, lookin' for a good time

Jacked up trucks, stacked in thick

White rocks stuck in the mud grips

And a big old bouncer at the door

But don't show him your ID

And don't you dare step out on the floor

If you ain't here to party

You picked the wrong place

You picked the wrong Friday night

If you ain't here to party

You'll be missin' out

On the best damn time of your life

So, go on and throw your card down

Knock a shot out

And get yourself in the zone

Yeah, you might as well

Go on and head your ass back home

If you ain't here to party

There's a little old Louisiana band

Playin' a swampy jam and brown sugar tans

Lookin' so fine, shakin' that thing

In the zydeco cage and purple rain

Raise your drink up in the air

And everybody sing along

Man, you're here all alone

If you ain't here to party

You picked the wrong place

You picked the wrong Friday night

If you ain't here to party

You'll be missin' out

On the best damn time of your life

So go on and throw your card down

Knock a shot out

And get yourself in the zone

Yeah, you might as well

Go on and carry your ass back home

If you ain't here to party

If you ain't here to party

You picked the wrong place

You picked the wrong Friday night

If you ain't here to party

You'll be missin' out

On the best damn time of your life

So go on and pick someone out

Maybe make out

And get their number in your phone

Man, the only way

You'll be goin' home alone

Is if you ain't here to party

Yeah, you better be here to party

Yeah, we're all here to party

Yeah, we're all here to party

Throw your keys on the bar, you ain't drivin' your car

You're here with me, that's how it's gonna be

'Cause we're here to party, baby

Yeah, yeah, whoa

If you ain't here to party, yeah

You picked the wrong Friday night