Crushin' It

I sure could use an attaboy

Or a big old high five

I'd love to hear, "you're killing it, dude"

Yeah, it's been a long time

Since I hit one out of the park

Or nailed it, as they say

I guess I've been in a dry spell,

But that's about to change

'Cause

Every week has a weekend

By this time Friday night

I'll be done with my third can

Of cold Bud Light

And I'll be crushin' it

Yeah, I'll be crushin' it

They say, "your baby's mad",

'Cause you told her that you'd hang some pictures for her

You know the ones she framed late last spring of you and her in Florida

You're up on the ladder when it shatters into smithereens

She shakes her head and

Looks at you and says, "ain't you good for anything"

And you say,

Every week has a weekend

By this time Friday night

You want a margarita

I'll get tequila and ice

And I'll be crushin' it

With a cold one in my other hand

I'll be crushin' it

When I'm finished with my can

I can stomp it with my boot,

Crunch it with my fist,

Smash it on my forehead, yeah

I got this

I'll be crushin' it

Oh, I'll be crushin' it, ooh

I figured this out in college

Walking past them gothic colums

That I was gonna probably wind up somewhere, near the bottom

I was never gonna be the best and brightest guy around,

But like the great George freakin' Straight

I'm the king of getting unwound

And every week has a weekend

By this time Friday night

I'll be done with my third can

Of cold Bud Light

And I'll be crushin' it

Every week has a weekend

Yeah, I'll be crushin' it

(By this time) Friday night

Oh, I'll be crushin' it

I'll be done with my third can

Oh, I'll be crushin' it

Of cold Bud Light

And I'll be crushin' it

(Hey, hey, hey)

I'll be crushin' it