作詞
Luke Combs/Ray Fulcher/James McNair
作曲
Luke Combs/Ray Fulcher/James McNair
I been workin' this job 9 to 5.
Minimum wage and overtime.
But here comes a few days,
Of unpaid vacation.
And there ain't no way, Jose, I'll waste them.
Cause there ain't no better feeling then when...
I pick up a beer can.
And get to feeling like superman.
It's Friday night y'all here's the plan.
I'm gonna throw back a couple and
keep 'em glued to my right hand,
any flavor, size or brand.
Until the point where I can't stand.
No nothing picks me up like a beer can.
Well I woke up at 1 pm.
And introduced myself to my new girlfriend.
And there's a wrecking ball, sized hole in the wall in the basement.
I ain't got no clue, how or who, coulda made it.
Well all I know is shit hit the fan,
and here we go again...
I pick up a beer can.
And get to feeling like superman.
It's Friday night y'all here's the plan.
I'm gonna throw back a couple and
keep 'em glued to my right hand,
any flavor, size or brand.
Until the point where I can't stand.
No nothing picks me up like a beer can.
Well it's Sunday now and I'm freaking out, cause I can't handle five days without...
Yeah, picking up a beer can.
And get to feeling like superman.
It's Sunday who gives a damn.
I'm gonna throw back a couple and
keep 'em glued to my right hand,
any flavor, size or brand.
Until the point where I can't stand.
No nothing picks me up like a beer can.
Like a beer can.
No, nothing picks me up, like a beer can.