Luke Bryan - If You Ain't Here to Party lyrics
[Luke Bryan - If You Ain't Here to Party lyrics]
We got beer, and a tub
And some good looking girls
Dressed to the nights
Looking for a good time jacked up trucks
Stacked in thick white rocks stuck
In the mud grips
And a big 'ole bouncer at the door
But don't show him your ID
And don't you dare step out on the floor
If you aren’t here to party
You picked the wrong place
You picked the wrong Friday night
If you aren’t here to party
You'll be missing out on the
Best damn time of your life
So go on and throw your card down
Knock a shot out
And get yourself in the zone
Yeah, you might as well go on
And head your ass back home
If you aren’t here to party
There's a little 'ole Louisiana band
Playing a swampy jam and brown sugar tans
Looking so fine shaken that thing
In the zydeco cage and purple rain
Raise your drink up in the air
And everybody sing along
Man, you're here all alone
If you ain't here to party
You picked the wrong place
You picked the wrong Friday night
If you ain't here to party
You'll be missin' out on the
Best damn time of your life
So go on and throw your card down
Knock a shot out
And get yourself in the zone
Yeah, you might as well go on
And carry your ass back home
If you ain't here to party
If you aren’t here to party
You picked the wrong place
You picked the wrong Friday night
If you aren’t here to party
You'll be missing out on the
Best damn time of your life
So go on and pick someone out maybe make out
And get their number in your phone
Man, the only way that you'll be
Going home alone is
If you aren’t here to party
Yeah, you better be here to party
Yeah, we're all here to party
Yeah, we're all here to party
Throw your keys on the bar
You aren’t driven' your car
You're here with me
That's how it's going to be
Cause we're here to party, baby
Yeah, yeah, whoa if you aren’t here to party
You picked the wrong Friday night
And some good looking girls
Dressed to the nights
Looking for a good time jacked up trucks
Stacked in thick white rocks stuck
In the mud grips
And a big 'ole bouncer at the door
But don't show him your ID
And don't you dare step out on the floor
If you aren’t here to party
You picked the wrong place
You picked the wrong Friday night
If you aren’t here to party
You'll be missing out on the
Best damn time of your life
So go on and throw your card down
Knock a shot out
And get yourself in the zone
Yeah, you might as well go on
And head your ass back home
If you aren’t here to party
There's a little 'ole Louisiana band
Playing a swampy jam and brown sugar tans
Looking so fine shaken that thing
In the zydeco cage and purple rain
Raise your drink up in the air
And everybody sing along
Man, you're here all alone
If you ain't here to party
You picked the wrong place
You picked the wrong Friday night
If you ain't here to party
You'll be missin' out on the
Best damn time of your life
So go on and throw your card down
Knock a shot out
And get yourself in the zone
Yeah, you might as well go on
And carry your ass back home
If you ain't here to party
If you aren’t here to party
You picked the wrong place
You picked the wrong Friday night
If you aren’t here to party
You'll be missing out on the
Best damn time of your life
So go on and pick someone out maybe make out
And get their number in your phone
Man, the only way that you'll be
Going home alone is
If you aren’t here to party
Yeah, you better be here to party
Yeah, we're all here to party
Yeah, we're all here to party
Throw your keys on the bar
You aren’t driven' your car
You're here with me
That's how it's going to be
Cause we're here to party, baby
Yeah, yeah, whoa if you aren’t here to party
You picked the wrong Friday night