Lyrics

End of the week, end of the road
I've been on a losing streak, I've been feelin’ so low
I need a release, I need it quick
Coupla' sixers ought to do the trick

Call up my brother Danny on the phone
“Gonna round up the boys, gonna get it goin’"
Head out to the bush for a bit of fun
Coupla' sixers oughta' get ‘er done

Cause when it hits your lips well I can guarantee
Howlin' at that big ol' moon will set you free
Shotgun bong and chugging wars
Six full beers then six full more
We won't stop until the drink is done

Ricky boy’s looking like he’s all in
Crackin’ a smile with his shit eatin' grin
Pops another top, twelfth of the night
Coupla' sixers and he's doin' alright

I’ll drink a lager then I’ll drink an ale
Forget about my love that went stale
Lean on friends in tough times
Coupla' sixers oughta' blow your mind

Cause when it hits your lips well I can guarantee
Howlin' at that big ol' moon will set you free
Shotgun bong and chugging wars
Six full beers then six full more
We won't stop until the drink is done

Well I'm feeling a bit ill
Coupla sixers and I've had my fill
Sometimes the world just feels too real
Coupla sixers to help me heal

Cause when I get that feeling you can’t stop me
Howlin at that big ol' moon will set you free
Shotgun bong and chugging wars
Six full beers then six full more
We won’t stop until the drink is done