It's getting late and the beer's almost throughnThey don't sell again 'til 6 AMnMan, tell me what the fuck should we don'Cause this party is totally rad, don't want it to stopnOur host is chill, the jams are fresh, no visits from the copsnnJust dudes kicking ass as far as the eye can seenIt's out of control, a menace to sobrietynThis place is packed with people, house is bursting at the seamsnParty overload, a menace to sobrietynnBut we have to find a waynTo get more beernnEast side's too far to drive, fuck it we're staying upnWe'll be ragin' the gas station 'til we can refill our cupsnI don't understand this law, thought prohibition was repealednBut I guess we'll play along, wait patiently but still bennKeeping it real and fully legitnJust saw a kickass parking lot circle pit, we're still in need of beer nBut it's almost six o'clocknWe're rocking the raddest fucking party on the blocknnYou're up earlynYour tie matches your shirtnYou wait in line for coffee before your commute to worknnTake one look at our partynThrow your briefcase awaynReplace it with a 40, you're calling in sick today