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 been 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, clench it with my fist
Smash it on my forehead, yeah I got this
I´ll be crushin´ it, oh, I´ll be crushin´ it
Oh

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 Strait, 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