late weekend night and i'm at the bojar grill i got decisions to be made between lager and ale when through the kitchen door come the dancing girl then everything on the menu mattered
oh the thoughts in my head oh if she knew i hope she'll nod at this drunken bar slob 'cause i'm ready, willing and able yes i'm ready, willing and able
over to the jukebox i staggered for a love song to scatter my body before her didn't have change and i lost my damn brains so i started humming in-a-godda-da-vida
i'll pay the bar tab and even the cab off to the hotel we'll wallow