We got beer and a tub and some good looking girls
Dressed to the nights, looking for a good time
Jacked up trucks, stacked in thick
White rocks stuck in the mud grips

And a big ol' bouncer at the door
But don't show him your I.D.
And don't you dare step out on the floor

If you ain't here to party
You picked the wrong place
You picked the wrong Friday night
If you ain't here to party
You'll be missing out on the best damn time of your life
So go on and throw your card down
Knock a shot out and get yourself in the zone
Yeah, you might as well go on and head your ass back home
If you ain't here to party

There's a little ol' Louisiana band
Playing a swampy jam and brown sugar tans
Looking so fine shaking that thang
In the zydeco cage and purple rain

Raise your drink up in the air
And everybody sing along
Man, you're here all alone

If you ain't here to party
You picked the wrong place
You picked the wrong Friday night
If you ain't here to party
You'll be missing out on the best damn time of your life
So go on and throw your card down
Knock a shot out and get yourself in the zone
Yeah, you might as well go on and head your ass back home
If you ain't here to party

If you ain't here to party
You picked the wrong place
You picked the wrong Friday night
If you ain't here to party
You'll be missing out on the best damn time of your life
So go on and pick someone out
Maybe make out
And get their number in your phone
Man, the only way that you'll be going home alone is
If you ain't here to party

Yeah, you better be here to party
Yeah, we're all here to party
Yeah, we're all here to party

Throw your keys on the bar
You ain't driving your car
You're here with me
That's how it's gonna be

'Cause we're here to party, baby
Yeah, yeah, whoo
If you ain't here to party, yeah
You picked the wrong Friday night