| Gotta drive all night if not a go | |
| Got to designate a driver before the show | |
| It's your turn now at the wheel | |
| There's nothing like a guard rail | |
| To wake you up in the middle of the night | |
| And we are drivin' north, goin' south | |
| It looks like we'll sleep here | |
| We're out of beer | |
| We're headed south on the north bound | |
| Our wheels might as well be square | |
| Cause we're not really getting anywhere | |
| Tire just blew out, the fan belt's brakin' | |
| I don't think we're gonna make it | |
| Drivin' around, goin' down | |
| It looks like we'll sleep here, | |
| I need a beer | |
| South, goin' south, check us out we're goin' south | |
| South, headed south, check it out, we're goin' down | |
| South, goin' south |