Well fuck this conversation. Dave's past out on the floor.
I speak with hesitation, please think I'm something more.
I've got this strange sensation, this girl is just a whore.
She expects nothing less.

We go back to her room and she strips down to nothing.
She asks, "Is it getting hotter, or is it, just me?"
Through all the beer and booze, I'll try to feel something.
Last thing I remember, is her screaming "OHHH!"

Been to a thousand parties, and they are all the same.
The girls are fake and heartless, the guys are all so lame.
I'm so not eager to start this, wish I was at home watching the game.
I hate these Friday nights.
Last time I was at the part I got into a fight.
The guy I fought, he was real big, and super fucking scary.
He kicked my ass so hard, out went the lights.
Last thing I remember is hitting the FLOOR!

I wake up in the morning, with no one lying next to me.
Really wish my night was boring, so I don't feel so God damn sorry.
I start to hear the phone the ring, Jerry says, "There's another party."
I think, not again.

Well fuck this conversation. Daves past out on the floor.
I speak with hesitation, please think I'm something more.
I've got this strange sensation, this girl she's just a whore.
She expects nothing less.