Drake's Dad

We were rolling down Beale street
 In the Tennessee summer heat
 I can't say it's the land of free
 But I'll tell ya, the booze runs cheap
 And there we met Drake's dad
 Told him we came from Hamilton
 He said he knew a Canadian girl
 Who had a thing for Americans
 And all the girls back home will tell you
 Some grown ass men acting like boys
 There's some Peter Pan shit we're tryna work out
 But when Sunday comes around, will you dig us on out?
 So we can be in your arms again
 Let me be in your arms again
 Because I hold you (so high)
 Well let me hold you (so tight)
 So won't you hold up (that light)
 So I can come home to find you?
 Yeah, yeah
 Yeah, yeah
 We took the 40 down to Nashville
 We started getting a bit irrational
 The place was asking had questions
 For a bunch of bachelors
 So we stumbled down Broadway
 Everybody getting sloppy
 We met some girls getting married
 But they came here to party
 And no one knows how we made it back to the hotel
 Adam took off his pants again, yes he did
 There's some Peter Pan shit we're tryna work out
 But when Sunday comes around, will you dig us on out?
 So we can be in your arms again
 Girl, let me be in your arms again
 Because I hold you (so high)
 Well let me hold you (so tight)
 So won't you hold up (that light)
 So I can come home to find you?
 Yeah, yeah
 Yeah, yeah
 Bring her on up
 B-b-bring her on up
 I do my best thinking, thinking in the shower
 Sometimes I do my pre-drinking, drinking in the shower
 So I think about my neighbors and the politics and labor
 Between Karl and Groucho, I couldn't tell you which I favor
 Because I hold you (so high)
 Well let me hold you (so tight)
 So won't you hold up (that light)
 Why won't you hold on that line
 I'm coming for ya
 Because I hold you (so high)
 Well let me hold you (so tight)
 So won't you hold up (that light)
 So I can come home to find you?
 Hold up that light
 I'm lost at sea
 But I'm coming home