That’s How We Party – Gord Bamford

We work all week, but come friday night
We’re the cold beer chuggers
And the truck bed lovers in the moonlight, moonlight
We all got that spot, little outta town
Where we throw our keys in a cowboy hat and let our hair down, hair down

Hey oh, you know we gonna rock it
Hey oh, come on ain’t gonna stop it
Bring on the Jager bombs and Bacardi’s
Crank it up, hank it up, hood dancing
Slipping off, getting lost, romancing
River bank, hay field, don’t matter where we are we
Have a big time, that’s how we party

Hook up the log chain to the trailer hitch
Little four by four, red neck tug ‘o’ war for the heck of it, heck of it
Break out the bean bags in the bonfire glow
Plywood beer pong all night long til the cows come home

Hey oh, you know we gonna rock it
Hey oh, come on ain’t gonna stop it
Bring on the Jager bombs and Bacardi
Crank it up, hank it up, hood dancing
Slipping off, getting lost, romancing
River bank, hay field, don’t matter where we are we
Have a big time, that’s how we party

Ol smokey in a plane white wrapper
He ain’t got a clue
Where we go
Or what we do

Hey oh, you know we gonna rock it
Hey oh, come on ain’t gonna stop it
Bring on the Jager bombs and Bacardi, Bacardi
Crank it up, hank it up, hood dancing
Slipping off, getting lost, romancing
River bank, hay field, don’t matter where we are we
Have a big time, that’s how we party
That’s how we party
Have a big time