I'd choose a side if he'd let me
But first I'd choose to be somewhere to think
We're drunk when we show so we're tired when we leave
And that's his choice
And he won't leave with me
So come on boys
We'd walk out with ears still ringing
We'd walk out and make plans to get to his
We'd be celebrating blindly with flies for confetti
But it's his choice
Yet he won't leave with me
So come on boys