It's a-hundred-past-midnight on a Sunday morning
Can't believe I'm here again with you
If it feels like we've been doing this every weekend for years
Well, maybe that's just because it's true
Raise up your drink, something real strong
Something that won't leave behind any doubt
Spin up a fast song on that jukebox in the corner
This ain't the kind of place where they'll kick us out
This ain't the kind of place where they'll kick us out
Let the record play one more time
We've got enough quarters for One More Saturday Night
Or Two More Bottles of Wine
Turn the lights down again - this party isn't over
Let the record play one more time
This town ain't big enough for the rumors we'll start
But were we ever young enough to care?
We tell ourselves "Next week's when I work up the nerve
To put this place in my rear-view mirror..."
So what if this is all just a fantasy?
So what if it's all just a dream?
Tonight's the true story of five best friends
Emmy, Jerry, Cousin Frederick, you, and me
Let that record play one more time
We've got enough quarters for One More Saturday Night
Or Two More Bottles of Wine
Turn the jukebox up - my last song isn't over
Let the record play one more time
Let the record play one more time
Let the record play one more time