Don't you remember the nights in December, the booze and the mates and the fenders of the band you thought was sick?
Don't you remember the way that girl looked at you, how you held her hair while she puked in the loo, and still kissed her anyway?
So tell me one more time that I've been trashing your bedtime, I hear you knock, knock, knock on the door and you let me know.
Pipe down or you'll have to, baby, don't tell me you're too old to have a little bit of fun sometimes.
Songs loud and dance a while, baby, don't tell me you don't get why I need my friends, need a bottle and a guy.
Forget the day, I love the night.
It's Mr. 10 p.m. bedtime.
It's Mr. 10 p.m. bedtime.
Don't you remember the lines and the beer cans, the shouts and the screams and the naughty hands in your mate's friend's bedroom?
Don't you remember not washing for a week or two, the neighbours that said that they hated you?
Cause newsflash, that's you.
So tell me one more time how I've been trashing your bedtime, I hear you knock, knock, knock on the door and you let me know.
Pipe down or you'll have to, baby, don't tell me you're too old to have a little bit of fun sometimes.
Songs loud and dance a while, it's Mr. 10 p.m. bedtime.
Baby, don't tell me you don't get why I need my friends, need a bottle and a guy.
Forget the day, I love the night.
It's Mr. 10 p.m. bedtime.
It's Mr. 10 p.m. bedtime.
It's Mr. 10 p.m. bedtime.
Turn off the lights but your eyes want more.
No bedtime on the floor, we make a noise and your mind wanders.
You think you're a bore, we're a chore, do you never miss passing out on your floor?
Mr. 10 p.m. do you want to talk?
Something tells me you don't want this anymore.
So tell me one more time how I've been trashing your bedtime, I hear you knock, knock, knock on the door and you let me know.
Pipe down or you'll have to, baby, don't tell me you don't get why I need my friends, need a guy.
Tell me you're too old to have a little bit of fun sometimes.
Songs loud and dance a while.
It's Mr. 10 p.m. bedtime.
Baby, don't tell me you don't get why I need my friends, need a bottle and a guy.
Forget the day, I love the night.
It's Mr. 10 p.m. bedtime.
It's Mr. 10 p.m. bedtime.
It's Mr. 10 p.m. bedtime.
It's Mr. 10 p.m. bedtime.
It's Mr. 10 p.m. bedtime.
It's Mr. 10 p.m. bedtime.
It's Mr. 10 p.m. bedtime.