Don't be a wussy, man Wasted on a Friday night Higher than the sky, babe Keep going up like More sweeter than some cherry pie, pie Tastes good when it's my way I'm going up like Think you've got me fooled? You're right, right, right You won't make me cry, babe I'm blowing your mind Got peaches and cream on Shine, shine, shine Yippee, yippee-ki-yay I'm going up like Wasted on a Friday I'm going up like Sweeter than some cherry pie Showing up like I'm on my knees I'm playing a fool I don't care, diamond soul Both my hands are up, decent Wasted on a Friday night Higher than the sky, babe Keep going up like Sweeter than some cherry pie, pie Tastes good when it's my way I'm going up like Think you've got me fooled? You're right, right, right You won't make me cry, babe I'm blowing your mind Got peaches and cream on Shine, shine, shine Yippee, yippee-ki-yay