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CHORUS
I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop,
Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped,
So if youâre just too fucking blind you know whatâs what,
And if youâre blaaagh you know whatâs what,
I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop,
Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped,
So if youâre drunk on Friday night you know whatâs what,
And if youâre bluuugh you know whatâs what
VERSE 1: PRESSURE
I wanna go out like Biggie and Pac,
No gun fire, Iâm talking rum and dry, hit me with shots,
Tequila and scotch, Iâll wind up on the idiot box,
At six oâ 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 Iâm ok,
Iâll 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 youâre so selfish,
Well-wishers at my wake saying heâll be well missed,
But wait till theyâre well pissed, theyâll wish me to hell with,
Everybody that I wanted to party with anyway,
Donât care if itâs 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 youâre just too fucking blind you know whatâs what,
And if youâre blaaagh you know whatâs what,
I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop,
Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped,
So if youâre drunk on Friday night you know whatâs what,
And if youâre bluuugh you know whatâs 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 Iâm a live it till Iâm passed on,
If any grief is shed, leave it said,
I would remind them of just how far the dream has led,
So when itâs time for me, be finally relieved Iâm dead,
I want to exit how I entered â between some legs
VERSE 4: SUFFA
I wanna bender like Hendrix,
Blend six liquors with ten drinks,
Ten-four buddy, well itâs like ten-six, when itâs,
Ten sixteen in the morning, my girl will send,
Sixteen messages to me warning,
Weâll be exâs if I donât exit, so exit,
The next shitâs getting called a sexist at breakfast so letâs get,
Our phones and all set âem 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 youâre just too fucking blind you know whatâs what,
And if youâre blaaagh you know whatâs what,
I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop,
Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped,
So if youâre drunk on Friday night you know whatâs what,
And if youâre bluuugh you know whatâs what
I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop,
Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped,
So if youâre just too fucking blind you know whatâs what,
And if youâre blaaagh you know whatâs what,
I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop,
Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped,
So if youâre drunk on Friday night you know whatâs what,
And if youâre bluuugh you know whatâs what
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