Bowling for Soup - Right About Now Lyrics
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Right About Now
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What Are The Lyrics For Right About Now By Bowling for Soup?
Dedication, my occupation
What the fucking f*ck, am I thinking Everyone's drinking and I'm sinking Counting 182 lights a-blinking on the screen No shit, as a matter of fact I wish I would've dropped out, I wish I hadn't slacked But I stayed in school with mediocre grades While everybody else was out getting laid Still at work on a Friday night All my friends are getting fucked up right about now Seven beers down and starting fights Everyone I know is getting fucked up right about now Right about now Right about now Adulteration, and some infliction That's what's at the bar, it's what I'm missing A new concoction would get me hopping But I'm here working so I can buy a new jet ski No shit, as a matter of fact I wish I would've dropped out, I wish I hadn't slacked But I stayed in school, got married way too young And when you get your jet ski can I come alone? Still at work on a Friday night All my friends are getting fucked up right about now Seven beers down and starting fights Everyone I know is getting fucked up right about now Right about now Right about now Still at work on a Friday night All my friends are getting fucked up right about now Seven beers down and starting fights Everyone I know is getting fucked up right about now Right about now Right about now |
Who Wrote Right About Now By Bowling for Soup?
Jaret Ray Reddick
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What's The Duration Of The Right About Now By Bowling for Soup?The duration of Right About Now is 2:40 minutes and seconds. |
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