Lyrics:

b-double-e-double-r-u-n.)
(Yeaaaaaaaieee)
(Look Out)

Twenty five minutes past quittin time
Seven of us crammed into that truck of mine
Payin no attention to them highway signs
Doing 90 miles an hour towards the county line
Quick sack, twelve pack, back again
Its a b-double-e-double-r-u-n.

Our buddies and their babies letting down their hair
As long as were together it dont matter where
Aint got a lot of money, but we just dont care
Knowing half the fun is in the getting there
Aztec, long necks, paychecks spent
Oohh, its a b-double-e-double-r-u-n.

I cant stop thinking
what the hell they were drinkin
When they made this county drive
I got a week long thirst, and to make it worse
Lord, its my turn to drive

Laughin, and bragging, and a carrying on
We loaded up the wagons and we headed home
I guess half a dozen cases doesnt last that long
Come tomorrow morning itll be all gone
Then, its turn around, leave town, sounds again
Like a b-double-e-double-r-u-n.
Heeeyy, like a b-double-e-double-r-u-n.

(Hey)
(Hey, Come on Garth, lets get in the truck)
(Okay, but im driving