I sure could use an attaboy or a big ol' high five I'd love to hear you're killin' it dude It's been a long time since I have won 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 blood light And I'll be crushin' it, yeah I'll be crushin' it I'd say your baby's mad cause you told her that you'd hang some pictures for her You know the ones she framed from 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 If you want a margarita, I'll get tequila and ice And I'll be crushin' it, with a cold one in my early hand And I'll be crushin' it, when I'm finished with my can I can stomp it with my boot, clutch it with my fist Smash it on my forehead, yeah I got this I'll be crushin' it, oh I'll be crushin' it I figured this out in college, walkin' 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 gettin' unwound And every week has a weekend, by this time Friday night I'll be done with my third can, of cold blooded light And I'll be crushin' it, every week has a weekend Yeah I'll be crushin' it, by this time Friday night Oh I'll be crushin' it, I'll be done with my third can Oh I'll be crushin' it, of cold blooded light And I'll be crushin' it And I'll be crushin' it And I'll be crushin' it