Eight o’ clock on Fri day night, I’m still at home.

All my girls just keep on blow in’ up my phone, say in’, “Come on, he ain’t worth the pain.

Do what you got ta do to for get his name.” Now there’s on ly one thing left for me to do:

slip on my fav ’rite dress and sky high leath er boots.

Check the mir ror one last time and (F#7)kiss the past good bye.

What I’m real ly need in’ (D)now is a dou ble shot of (A)Crown.

Chase that dis co ball a (Bm)round till I don’t re (A)mem ber.

Go un til they cut me (D)off.

Wan na get a lit tle (A)lost in the noise, in the lights.

Hey, bar (G)tend er, pour ’em out to night till the (Bm)par ty and the mu sic and the truth col lide.

(A)Bring it till his mem ’ry fades a way.

(CN.C.)Hey, bar (Bm)tend er.

To night I’ll let a stran ger pull me on the floor,

spin me ’round and let him buy a cou ple more.

But be fore it goes too far, I’ll let him down eas y, ’cause to night it’s all a bout danc in’ with my girls to the D J.

Put that song on re play.

What I’m real ly need in’ (D)now is a dou ble shot of (A)Crown.

Chase that dis co ball a (Bm)round till I don’t re (A)mem ber.

Go un til they cut me (D)off.

Wan na get a lit tle (A)lost in the noise, in the lights.

Hey, bar (G)tend er, pour ’em out to night till the (Bm)par ty and the mu sic and the truth col lide.

(A)Bring it till his mem ’ry fades a way.

Hey, bar (Bm)tend er.

(Bm)Feel in’ that buzz, I’m read y to rock.

Ain’t no way I’m gon na tell you to stop.

So, pour that thing up to the top.

I’m com in’ in hot.

Hey, bar (G)tend er.

Ooh, ooh.

Oh,

(Em)way.

Hey, bar (Bm)tend er.

Hey, bar (Bm)tend er.