TiKToK (Little More Country Sessions)

Wake up in the morning feelin' like Joe Diffie

Grab my glasses, I'm out the door, I'm gonna hit this city

Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack

'Cause when I leave for the night, I ain't coming back

I'm talkin' pedicure on our toes

Tryin' on all our clothes

Cowboys blowin' up our phones

Drop-toppin', playin' our favorite CDs

Pullin' up to the parties

Tryna get a little bit tipsy

Don't stop, make it pop, DJ, blow my speakers up

Tonight, I'ma fight 'til we see the sunlight

Tick tock on the clock, but the party don't stop, no

Oh, whoa, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, whoa, oh

Ain't got a care in the world, but got plenty of beer

Ain't got no money in my pocket, but I'm already here

And now the boys are linin' up, 'cause they hear we got swagger

But we kick 'em to the curb unless they look like Merle Haggard

Hell, everybody's drunk

fillin' red solo cups

and the band are warmin' up

We're stayin' till they kick us out,

or the siren lights sound

till the Police come around and try to shut us on down

You build me up, you break me down

My heart, it pounds, yeah, you got me

With my hands up, you got me now

You got that sound, yeah, you got me

(hell, the party don't start 'til I walk in)