Friday Fun

[Intro]
Truck beds lined up in a row
Dust kicked up in the glow
Sun sinking, but we ain’t done
Hearts revved up for Friday fun (hey!)
[Verse 1]
Cooler cracked in the back of a Chevy
Ice-cold cans, yeah we keeping ’em steady
Red cup raised, little brown-eyed beauty
Boots on the bumper, laughing like it’s duty
Tailgate down, she’s dancing on the chrome
Singing too loud to a song we don’t know
Snapback turned, yeah I’m feeling that buzz
Might be love or the light beer fuzz
[Chorus]
Friday fun, we’re burning it up
Cold beer kissing on this plastic cup
Pretty girls turning every head they see
Tailgate kingdom, that’s good enough for me
Hands up high, jawline sun
Hearts all beating like a loaded gun
If this is all we ever get, I’m spun
On this Friday, Friday fun (woah)
On this Friday, Friday fun
[Verse 2]
Bonfire sparks chasing up to the sky
Her flannel shirt wrapped around my thigh (oh)
Lip gloss shining in the break-light shine
She leans in close, says “boy, you’re mine”
Cornfield breeze in the back of my neck
Her laugh hits harder than a longneck check
Friends piled in on a tailgate throne
We got our own little country of chrome
[Chorus]
Friday fun, we’re burning it up
Cold beer kissing on this plastic cup
Pretty girls turning every head they see
Tailgate kingdom, that’s good enough for me
Hands up high, jawline sun
Hearts all beating like a loaded gun
If this is all we ever get, I’m spun
On this Friday, Friday fun
On this Friday, Friday fun
[Verse 3]
Moon comes up, but we’re just getting started
Somewhere a neighbor’s already half-hearted
She steals my hat, does a spin in the dust
Gives it back crooked, says “in me you trust”
Truck bed throne turns into our dance floor
We ain’t rich, but we don’t need more
Just that smile, that sip, that run
Of a night that never quite gets done
[Chorus]
Friday fun, we’re burning it up
Cold beer kissing on this plastic cup
Pretty girls turning every head they see
Tailgate kingdom, that’s good enough for me
Hands up high, jawline sun
Hearts all beating like a loaded gun
If this is all we ever get, I’m spun
On this Friday, Friday fun
On this Friday, Friday fun (hey!)
[Outro]
One last song, one last cheer
One last hug, one last beer
Engines die, but the stories run
’Bout that Friday, Friday fun
(Friday fun)
’Bout that Friday, Friday fun

country, High-energy modern country banger with bright acoustic strums, twangy tele lead licks, and a stomping four-on-the-floor kick. Male vocals, tight rhythmic phrasing on the verses; big gang shouts on the chorus. Fiddle and dobro sprinkle hooks between lines, bass stays bouncy. Final outro rides a half-time feel with layered chants fading out like a rowdy parking-lot singalong., rhythmic