[Verse 1] Friday night at State U, stadium lights, Twenty-one and wicked in their red-and-white tights, Pom-poms shaking, everybody looking good, Captain gives a wink like—don’t think that I should... Quarterback followed her under the stands, Thought he had the whole damn evening in his hands, Never saw the cooler or the carving knife— Halftime came around and nobody found Mike. [Pre-Chorus] Rah! Rah! Sis-boom-blood! Fantasy gone wrong— FINGER LICKIN’ GOOD! [Chorus] DON’T THINK THAT I SHOULD! FINGER LICKIN’ GOOD! Thought you had a date—now you’re barbecue food! Shake it to the left! Shake it to the right! Somebody’s disappearing every Friday night! DON’T THINK THAT I SHOULD! FINGER LICKIN’ GOOD! Pretty little nightmare from your neighborhood! Give me an M! Give me an E! Give me an A! Give me a T! WHAT’S THAT SPELL?! FRIDAY! FRIDAY BITCHES! [Verse 2] Coach went missing after practice Tuesday night, Whistle on the floor and his office locked tight, Defensive line swore they heard somebody laugh, Then found his playbook floating in the ice bath. Drummer from the marching band thought he’d scored, Snuck behind the bleachers when the home team roared, Next week at rehearsal they were one snare short— Girls brought sandwiches and called it team support. [Pre-Chorus] Rah! Rah! Sis-boom-blood! Dream girl smiling— FINGER LICKIN’ GOOD! [Chorus] DON’T THINK THAT I SHOULD! FINGER LICKIN’ GOOD! Thought you had a date—now you’re barbecue food! Shake it to the left! Shake it to the right! Somebody’s disappearing every Friday night! DON’T THINK THAT I SHOULD! FINGER LICKIN’ GOOD! Pretty little nightmare from your neighborhood! Give me an M! Give me an E! Give me an A! Give me a T! WHAT’S THAT SPELL?! FRIDAY! FRIDAY BITCHES! “Just a Friday...” [Bridge] Captain says, “Ladies, we’re watching our weight.” Seven girls nod while they’re clearing a plate. “Protein is important.” “Hydration too.” “Anybody seen the mascot?” ... “Who?” [Breakdown] TWO! FOUR! SIX! EIGHT! WHO DO WE APPRECIATE?! WHOEVER SHOWS UP TO THE PARKING LOT LATE! NINE! TEN! COUNT AGAIN! WE LOST ANOTHER OFFENSIVE LINEMAN! [Final Chorus] DON’T THINK THAT I SHOULD! FINGER LICKIN’ GOOD! Thought you had a date—now you’re barbecue food! Shake it to the left! Shake it to the right! Somebody’s disappearing every Friday night! DON’T THINK THAT I SHOULD! FINGER LICKIN’ GOOD! Pretty little nightmare from your neighborhood! Give me an M! Give me an E! Give me an A! Give me a T! WHAT’S THAT SPELL?! FRIDAY! FRIDAY BITCHES! “Just another fuckin’ Friday...” [Outro] Pom-poms down. Lights go black. One little cheer from beneath the snack shack: “Ready...?” “OKAY!”
