Lyrics:

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

VERSE 1: PRESSURE
I wanna go out like Biggie and Pac,
No gun fire, Im talking rum and dry, hit me with shots,
Tequila and scotch, Ill 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 Im ok,
Ill 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 youre so selfish,
Well-wishers at my wake saying hell be well missed,
But wait till theyre well pissed, theyll wish me to hell with,
Everybody that I wanted to party with anyway,
Dont care if its 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 youre drunk on Friday night you know whats what,
And if youre blaaagh you know whats what,
I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop,
Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped,
So if youre just too fucking blind you know whats what,
And if youre bluuugh you know whats 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 Im a live it till Im passed on,
If any grief is shed, leave it said,
Id remind them of just how far the dream has led,
So when its time for me, be finally relieved Im 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 its like ten-six, when its,
Ten sixteen in the morning, my girl will send,
Sixteen messages to me warning,
Well be exs if I dont exit, so exit,
The next shits getting called a sexist at breakfast so lets 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 youre drunk on Friday night you know whats what,
And if youre blaaagh you know whats what,
I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop,
Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped,
So if youre just too fucking blind you know whats what,
And if youre bluuugh you know whats 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 youre drunk on Friday night you know whats what,
And if youre blaaagh you know whats what,
I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop,
Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped,
So if youre just too fucking blind you know whats what,
And if youre bluuugh you know whats what