Текст песни
She's
got
a
Friday-night
fever,
and
she's
ready
to
roll
I
got
a
pocket
full
of
cash,
ready
to
blow
One
shot,
two
step,
slip
out
that
back
door
Then
we'll
take
it
on
home
for
a
whole
lot
more
'Cause
we
drank
our
last
drink,
danced
our
last
dance
There's
a
whole
lot
more
than
a
pretty
good
chance
We'll
be
loving
'til
the
sun
comes
up
When
my
blue-jean
baby
starts
to
come
undone
No,
I
can't
get
my
boots
off
quick
enough
No,
I
can't
get
my
boots
off
quick
enough
Now
it's
pedal-to-the-metal,
Driver,
get
us
to
the
house
I
wanna
do
what
she's
back
here
talking
about
One
step,
two
step
through
the
front
door
This
old
cowboy
hat's
gonna
hit
the
floor
'Cause
we
drank
our
last
drink,
danced
our
last
dance
There's
a
whole
lot
more
than
a
pretty
good
chance
We'll
be
loving
'til
the
sun
comes
up
When
my
blue-jean
baby
starts
to
come
undone
No,
I
can't
get
my
boots
off
quick
enough
No,
I
can't
get
my
boots
off
quick
enough
She
starts
turnin'
me
on
and
turnin'
it
up
No,
I
can't
get
my
boots
off
quick
enough
Hold
on
'Cause
we
drank
our
last
drink,
danced
our
last
dance
There's
a
whole
lot
more
than
a
pretty
good
chance
We'll
be
loving
'til
the
sun
comes
up
When
my
blue-jean
baby
starts
to
come
undone
No,
I
can't
get
my
boots
off
quick
enough
No,
I
can't
get
my
boots
off
quick
enough
She
starts
turnin'
me
on
and
turnin'
it
up
No,
I
can't
get
my
boots
off
quick
enough
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