Lyrics

Round 3:30, soon be headed to the bar
My shirt's dirty, don't mean much the way we are

I'll find you there, comfortably perched
For words spoken, you've never had to search

Never had to search

Put a song in the juke, let Mick take the stage
As I order a shot, let the bear out the cage

You're having fun, dancing round with Ron
You could go all night, even dance without a song

On this dive bar lawn

With my whisky sour
You know it's happy hour
This is my lookout tower

Where I've gained all my power

Time to head home now, all the regulars are nearly gone
One last laugh out the door, as you wave your magic wand

And cast a goodbye spell, until the next time
Hope your cup gets filled, and you're steppin' in rhyme

Till our next tequila and lime

And I'll find you there, comfortably perched
For words spoken, you've never had to search

Never had to search