We’ll all look back in the future, At where it all went wrong. We’ll all sit around arguing, About people now long gone. We’ll all have the answers over a pint, And opinions to debate. But there’s not a lot of point in talking about it, By then it will be too late.
“Tonight’s the night that we got the truck We’re goin’ downtown gonna beat up drunks Your turn to drive I’ll bring the beer It’s the late, late shift no one to fear And ride, ride how we ride We ride, lowride”