Lyrics:

(Intro.):
Hey! Whose coming with me to kick a hole in the sky.
I love the whiskey, let's drink that shit 'til it's dry.
So grab a Jim Beam, J.D., whatever you need.
Have a shot from the bottle doesn't matter to me.
'Nother round, fill 'er up, hammer down, grab a cup, bottoms up!


(Chorus):
This what it's all about, no one can slow us down.
We ain't gonna stop until the clock runs out.
(Bottoms up!)
Hell can't handle all of us, so get your bottles up.
Drinkin' every drop until it all runs out.
'Nother round, fill 'er up, hammer down, grab a cup, bottoms up!

Ohh, bottoms up!


So grab your best friends, and make your way to the bar.
But keep your distance 'cause we're gonna light it on fire.
We're drinkin' black tooth, 80 proof, straight gasoline.
Slam as much as you can handle and hand the bottle to me.
'Nother round, fill 'er up, hammer down, grab a cup, bottoms up!


This is what it's all about, no one can slow us down.
We ain't gonna stop until the clock runs out.
(Bottoms up!)
Hell can't handle all of us, so get your bottles up.
Drinkin' every drop until it all runs out.
'Nother round, fill 'er up, hammer down, grab a cup, bottoms up!

Ohh, bottoms up!


This is what it's all about, no one can slow us down.
We ain't gonna stop until the clock runs out.
Hell can't handle all of us, so get your bottoms up.
Drinkin' every drop until it all runs out.


This is what it's all about, no one can slow us down.
We ain't gonna stop until it all run out.
(Bottoms up!)
Hell can't handle all of us, so get your bottoms up.
Drinkin' every drop until it all runs out.
'Nother round, fill 'er up, hammer down grab a cup, bottoms up!

'Nother round, fill 'er up, hammer down, grap a cup, bottoms up!

Hey! Bottoms up.