[CHORUS]
I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop,
Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped,
So if you´re drunk on Friday night you know what´s what,
And if you´re blaaagh you know what´s what,
I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop,
Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped,
So if you´re just too fucking blind you know what´s what,
And if you´re bluuugh you know what´s what

[VERSE 1: PRESSURE]
I wanna go out like Biggie and Pac,
No gun fire, I´m talking rum and dry, hit me with shots,
Tequila and scotch, I´ll wind up on the idiot box,
At six o´ clock with a grand tucked into my socks,
My obituary notice will say that most of my days,
Were spent inside a bottle and a toast will be raised,
Until conspiracy theories say they know I´m ok,
I´ll drop seven more albums by my ghost from the grave

[VERSE 2: SUFFA]
I wanna die in Memphis like Elvis,
Senseless on the toilet pissing on my own pelvis,
Helpless, choking on vodka and shellfish,
Get found by my girl like god you´re so selfish,
Well-wishers at my wake saying he´ll be well missed,
But wait till they´re well pissed, they´ll wish me to hell with,
Everybody that I wanted to party with anyway,
Don´t care if it´s a hundred and ninety degrees centigrade

[CHORUS]
I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop,
Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped,
So if you´re drunk on Friday night you know what´s what,
And if you´re blaaagh you know what´s what,
I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop,
Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped,
So if you´re just too fucking blind you know what´s what,
And if you´re bluuugh you know what´s what

[VERSE 3: PRESSURE]
Like Jim Morrison, I wanna party till my heart stop,
Tripping in a bath with a stripper and a glass of,
Liquor in my grasp, man I figure that my last of,
Days should be crazed I´m a live it till I´m passed on,
If any grief is shed, leave it said,
I´d remind them of just how far the dream has led,
So when it´s time for me, be finally relieved I´m dead,
I want to exit how I entered – between some legs

[VERSE 4: SUFFA]
I wanna bender like Hendrix,
Blend six liquors with ten drinks,
Ten-four buddy, well it´s like ten-six, when it´s,
Ten sixteen in the morning, my girl will send,
Sixteen messages to me warning,
We´ll be ex´s if I don´t exit, so exit,
The next shit´s getting called a sexist at breakfast so let´s get,
Our phones and all set ‘em to flight mode,
And let the horns fly through the hook and take us right home

[CHORUS]
I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop,
Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped,
So if you´re drunk on Friday night you know what´s what,
And if you´re blaaagh you know what´s what,
I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop,
Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped,
So if you´re just too fucking blind you know what´s what,
And if you´re bluuugh you know what´s what,

[SUFFA]
Tell me how does it feel...
To be on your own...
On a bender like a Rolling Stone?

I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop,
Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped,
So if you´re drunk on Friday night you know what´s what,
And if you´re blaaagh you know what´s what,
I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop,
Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped,
So if you´re just too fucking blind you know what´s what,
And if you´re bluuugh you know what´s what