Well I woke up last this morning, saw some beer cans on the floor Gotta text from my ole lady, saying she ain't my lady no more Went to the fast and fuckin easy, gotta sixer and some smokes Gonna roll us up a fat one, we gonna kick on back and toke Joint sound Been schooling hard all week time to throw it down Hell we ain't gonna have it any other way It's a Rowdy, Southern, Saturday, yeah Now we heading to the pool I'm in my Walmart bathing suit Gotta couple flats of Natty's and a funnel built for two All my buddies have been drinking, we've sipping jack and sprite And we said damn thank God we got our glasses on cause these women looking right Whooooo Y'all step y'alls ass on back I'm belly flopping in Hell we ain't gonna have it any other way It's a Rowdy, Southern, Saturday, yeah Now we just back home, getting cleaned up for the bar Sippin apple pie moonshine, straight out of this jar Grab my boots, brush my teeth, pick my good shirt off the floor There's an über outside and we're going back for more Damn I hope these dead turtle shots don't do me in Hell we ain't gonna have it any other way It's a Rowdy, Southern, Saturday Yeah it's a Rowdy, Southern, Saturday, Yeah...