Dedication, my occupation
What the f#cking—f#ck am I thinking
Everyone’s drinking and I’m sinking
Counting 182 lights a-blinking on the screen
No sh#t as a matter of fact
I wish I would’ve dropped out, wish I had a-slacked
But I stayed in school with mediocre grades
While everybody else was out getting laid
Still at work on the Friday nights
All my friends are getting f#cked up right about now
Seven beers down and starting fights
Everyone I know is getting f#cked up right about now
Right about now
Right about now
Acceleration, it’s some infliction
That’s what’s at the bar, it’s what I’m missing
A new concoction would get me hopping
But I’m here working so I can buy a new jet ski
No sh#t as a matter of fact
I wish I would’ve dropped out, wish I had a-slacked
But I stayed in school, got married way too young
And when you get your jet ski can I come alone?
Still at work on the Friday nights
All my friends are getting f#cked up right about now
Seven beers down and starting fights
Everyone I know is getting f#cked up right about now
Right about now
Right about now
Still at work on the Friday nights
All my friends are getting f#cked up right about now
Seven beers down and starting fights
Everyone I know is getting f#cked up right about now
Right about now
Right about now
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Bowling for Soup Lyrics – Right About Now