Boots Off

She's got a Friday-night fever, and she's ready to roll

I got a pocket full of cash, ready to blow

One shot, two step, slip out that back door

Then we'll take it on home for a whole lot more

'Cause we drank our last drink, danced our last dance

There's a whole lot more than a pretty good chance

We'll be loving 'til the sun comes up

When my blue-jean baby starts to come undone

No, I can't get my boots off quick enough

No, I can't get my boots off quick enough

Now it's pedal-to-the-metal, Driver, get us to the house

I wanna do what she's back here talking about

One step, two step through the front door

This old cowboy hat's gonna hit the floor

'Cause we drank our last drink, danced our last dance

There's a whole lot more than a pretty good chance

We'll be loving 'til the sun comes up

When my blue-jean baby starts to come undone

No, I can't get my boots off quick enough

No, I can't get my boots off quick enough

She starts turnin' me on and turnin' it up

No, I can't get my boots off quick enough

Hold on

'Cause we drank our last drink, danced our last dance

There's a whole lot more than a pretty good chance

We'll be loving 'til the sun comes up

When my blue-jean baby starts to come undone

No, I can't get my boots off quick enough

No, I can't get my boots off quick enough

She starts turnin' me on and turnin' it up

No, I can't get my boots off quick enough