So I decided to do a bossa nova song, with the most white trash lyrics I could think of. I sort of dig it.

Take a sip of whiskey
Drink another beer
We can travel around the world
And never have to leave here

Makes me high

We got movies rented
Pizza on the way
A big ol’ couch to sit upon
And tomorrow’s Saturday

Makes me smile

Chorus:
You’ll be eighteen tomorrow
I haven’t had a job in years
It’s Friday night in Leechville
It doesn’t get any better than this

Take a sip of whiskey
Drink another beer
I’m gonna turn my life around
When isn’t exactly clear

Drives me wild

Cat shit on the carpet
Garbage in the yard
We need to clean this place up
But I hate to work that hard

My oh my

Chorus:
You’ll be eighteen tomorrow
I haven’t had a job in years
It’s Friday night in Leechville
It doesn’t get any better than this

Bridge:
One day we’ll have some babies
Four girls and three boys
We’ll buy them seven suits to wear
Maybe move to Illinois

Chorus:
You’ll be eighteen tomorrow
I haven’t had a job in years
It’s Friday night in Leechville
It doesn’t get any better than this

© Kent Newsome and Ronnie Jeffrey