Saturday Nights

We've got part time jobs and full time addictions
 Talking 'bout God and his best works of fiction
 A Pabst Blue Ribbon in a can, kind of Saturday night
 See this girl walks in with her high heeled shoes
 Short little skirt and her daddy issues
 Orders a drink and waits for me to take her home
 She ain't looking for love, she's just scared to death of being alone
 So come on, baby, let's burn it down
 Strike a match, sit back and watch the whole thing come tumbling down
 Follow me, I can see it's what you want to do
 'Cause tonight you're wanting from me what I want from you
 Bars filling up with the jean jacket hipsters
 American Spirits and the house brown liquor
 They may drink cheap because it costs a lot to look so cool
 You see I'm the kind of boy your momma warned you about
 Only thing I do well is running my mouth
 It's getting kinda late and these bands all sound the same
 So finish your drink babe, 'fore I forget your name
 So come on, baby, let's burn it down
 Strike a match, sit back and watch the whole thing come tumbling down
 Follow me, I see it's what you want to do
 'Cause tonight you're wanting from me what I want from you
 I said you're wanting from me just what I want from you
 And if you give it to me, baby, I'm gonna give it to you
 I'm gonna give it to you, baby, I'm gonna give it to you
 So won't you give it me, darling, before I give it to you?