The Time of Our Life

[Spoken Intro] "Sorry about the door! Actually... no the fuck we're not! We're a bunch of dirty, loud, beer-soaked scumbags rolled into town with bad intentions and worse ideas. The owner said, 'Keep it down.' So naturally we kicked in the door, hijacked the speaker system, cranked that bastard to eleven, and blasted punk rock through every inch of this place! Now the bartenders are pissed, the regulars are confused, the cops are probably on the way... and we're having the fucking time of our lives! So if you're here to drink, drink. If you're here to sing, sing. If you're here to raise hell— GET THE FUCK UP! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!" [Verse 1] Friday night, rolling deep, Looking like we haven't showered in weeks, Leather jackets, ripped-up jeans, The dirtiest bunch this town has ever seen. Burst through the doorway, causing a scene, Middle fingers high and a grin so mean, Found the speakers sitting by the wall, Hooked our shit up and shook the hall. Punk rock screaming, windows rattle, Every damn song feels like a battle, Old man yelling, "Turn it down!" We just laugh and crank it louder now! [Gang Vocal] HEY! HEY! HEY! [Verse 2] Hit the bar feeling ten feet tall, Try our luck and strike out all night long, Pretty girl says, "Not a chance." We laugh and keep on dancing. Another says, "Get lost, creep." Fair enough, we ain't that deep. Raise our beers and proudly say— [Gang Vocal] MY RIGHT HAND IS HOTTER ANYWAY! [Chorus] Whoa-oh-oh! We're the outcasts of the night, Breaking all the rules underneath the neon lights! Whoa-oh-oh! We're the bastards they all blame, And we'd do the whole damn thing exactly the same! Kicked in the door, Hijacked the sound, Turned this boring little bar upside down! And if the whole damn world says we're not alright— MY RIGHT HAND IS HOTTER ANYWAY! [Bridge] Dirty floors and dirty minds, Dirty jokes and cheap red wine, Living fast and living wrong, Still somehow singing every song. No rich parents, No fancy plans, Just loud guitars and calloused hands. The owner's yelling, The crowd's going wild, For a few loud hours we're all punk rock children. [Breakdown] WHO STOLE THE SPEAKERS?! WE DID! WHO CRANKED THE VOLUME?! WE DID! WHO'S GETTING THROWN OUT TONIGHT?! WE ARE! AND WHO GIVES A SHIT?! NOBODY! [Final Chorus] Whoa-oh-oh! We're the outcasts of the night, Breaking all the rules underneath the neon lights! Whoa-oh-oh! One more drink before we go, One more song before we're thrown into the road! The girls said no, The beers ran dry, The cops showed up and ruined the vibe! But we're still standing here and feeling alright— MY RIGHT HAND IS HOTTER ANYWAY! [Outro] Hey! Hey! Hey! Dirty scum forever! Hey! Hey! Hey! Punk rock forever! Hey! Hey! Hey! Turn it up and let it ride! Best fucking night of our lives!