Crushin` It

I sure could use an attaboy or a big old high five I'd love to hear your killin' it dude it's been a long time Since I hit one out of the park or nailed it As they say I guess I've been in a dry spell but that's about to change 'Cause every week has a weekend This time friday night I'll be done with my third can Of cold Bud Light And I'll be crushin' it Yeah I'll be crushin' it They'd say yur baby's mad 'cause you told her that you'd hang some pictures for her You know the ones she framed from late last spring of you and her in Florida Your up on the ladder when it shatters Into Smithereens She shakes her head looks at you and says Ain't you good for anything And you say every week has a weekend By this time friday night You want a Margarita I'll get the cubes of ice And I'll be crushin' it With a cold one in my other hand Yeah I'll be crushin' it When I'm finished with my can I can stomp it with my boots Punch it with my fist Smash it on my forehead Yeah I got this I'll be crushin' it Oh I'll be crushin' it I figured this out in college Walkin' past them gothic columns That I was gonna probably wind up somewhere near the bottom I was never gonna be the best or the brightest guy around But like the great George freakin' Strait I'm the king of getting unwound And every week has a weekend By this time friday night I'll be done with my third can Of cold Bud Light And I'll be crushin' it Every week has a weekend Yeah I'll be crushin' it By this time friday night Oh I'll be crushin' it I'll be done with my third can Oh I'll be crushin' it Of cold Bud Light And I'll be crushin' it I'll be crushin' it