Everybody's so serious
Everybody's so scared
It's enough to make a man delirious
It's enough to make him lose hair
We need to get a little beer in us
We need to pull up a chair
Sit on down, pa** it around
Everybody know we're going nowhere
Every day's a weekend, everybody sleep in
Everybody pretend it's Saturday night
Kicking it with old friends, laughing at our misspent youths
And how we're never gonna get it right
See, the future's still blurry, so we never really worry
Cause we ain't in a hurry to die
We just keep our standards low
And get high
High
It's kind of funny how we always seem to cook sausage
Everytime we're at a sausage party
We need to call a couple women, go swimming
In the baby pool that Billy's blowing up as we speak
Almost got with a friend once again
Even though I know she's only gonna laugh at me
But it's tradition what I lack in intuition
I make up for in consistency
So, everytime I get it wrong
Every day's a weekend, everybody sleep in
Everybody pretend it's Saturday night
Kicking it with old friends, laughing at our misspent youths
And how we're never gonna get it right
See, the future's still blurry, so we never really worry
Cause we ain't in a hurry to die
We just keep our standards low
And get high, high
High
There's people who say I only write
About drinking and tying one on
I write songs about living
And this is one of them songs
Every day's a weekend, everybody sleep in
Everybody pretend it's Saturday night
Kicking it with old friends, laughing at our misspent youths
And how we're never gonna get it right
See, the future's still blurry, so we never really worry
Cause we ain't in a hurry to die
We just keep our standards low
And get high, high
High
Oh, we get high
You know you wanna get high