Shot of Glory (Diesel Turbo Mix)

It's finally payday, meeting the boys at my place

All cleaned up, pile in the truck, man, I can barely wait

Hear the band roar from across the dance floor

Like they know that something good is on the way

It's a Friday night like any other

You walk in, I stare and I stutter

Every single time you look at me

Oh, I need a fix, a true companion

Jimmy Beam or old Jack Daniels

Anything to send me on my way

Drinking up my courage, whisky for my nerves

You got me drunk on your short summer dress, ballroom ballerina

I'm gonna need another shot of glory, ain't no turning back

You got me high on your tipsy smile and your hips all swinging

We start spinning, spinning, spinning

Well I take the first step, praying that I don't trip

Up on my words, just think of something smart to say

Take a deep breath even though I'm scared to death

I don't care 'cause I just gotta know your name

I need a fix, a true companion

Jimmy Beam or old Jack Daniels

Something strong to stop these shaking knees

Drinking up my courage, whisky for my nerves

You got me drunk on your short summer dress, ballroom ballerina

I'm gonna need another shot of glory, ain't no turning back

You got me high on your tipsy smile and your hips all swinging

We start spinning, spinning, spinning

Drinking up my courage, whisky for my nerves

You got me drunk on your short summer dress, ballroom ballerina

I'm gonna need another shot of glory, ain't no turning back

You got me high on your tipsy smile and your hips all swinging

We start spinning

Drinking up my courage, whisky for my nerves

You got me drunk on your short summer dress, ballroom ballerina

I'm gonna need another shot of glory, ain't no turning back

You got me high on your tipsy smile and your hips all swinging

We start spinning, spinning, spinning