Late weekend night and I'm at the Bojar Grill I got decisions to be made between lager and ale When through the kitchen door come the dancing girl Then everything on the menu mattered Oh, the thoughts in my head Oh, if she knew I hope you'll nod at this drunken bar slob 'Cause I'm ready, willing and able Yes, I'm ready, willing and able Oh, the thoughts in my head Oh, if she knew I hope she'll nod at this drunken bar slob 'Cause I'm ready, willing and able Yes, I'm ready, willing and able Over to the jukebox I staggered
For a love song to scatter my body before her Didn't have change and I lost my damn brains So I started humming In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida Oh, the thoughts in my head Oh, if she knew I hope you'll nod at this drunken bar slob 'Cause I'm ready, willing and able Yes, I'm ready, willing and able Hey, I'll pay your bar tab and even the cab, baby Off to the hotel we'll wallow Ready, willing and able Yes, I'm ready, willing and able 'Cause I'm ready, willing and able Yes, I'm ready, willing and able 'Cause I'm ready, willing and able