Sometimes our darkest years contain our finest moments
And those were days of pain
But they were more than just torments
Indeed, we were fortunate
To share that hour of love
It would be importunate
To care about the showers above

It’s a Friday of joy
At the Raccoon Lodge
With the No School On Friday Club
And everybody’s here
Lance Fever, Joe Blow and Iron Mike
Lefty Leb, Laverne and Shirley, Spermily and your mom,
DJ Saturn, DJ Buzz and the Jerm, Blacktongue Baby,
It’s a golden day full of sunshine and malt liquor
We start out pretty early
Somebody could get sick

We got our story time
We got Colt 45s
We got this old piano and our freestyle rhymes
We got no mortgages
We got no kids or wives
We ain’t got a hell of a lot
Except the rest of our lives

It’s a Friday of joy
Come on, girls
Come on over to the Raccoon Lodge
I’m writin’ a tale for you
In pen and ink
Be sure to bring something with you
Something to drink
These are the days we’ll never forget
Though there are some we might yet live to regret
We won’t all be friends forever. But what the hell did you expect?
These magic Fridays of power and animosity

It’s a Friday of joy
Come on, girls
Bring your ass on, and get some of this
We’re having a good time
And we’re fixin’ to get real drunk today
We’ll get drunk tomorrow, too
It sounds like fun, doesn’t it?
I wonder what we’ll do to you

It’s a Friday of joy