late weekend night and i'm at the bojar grill
i got decisions to be made between lager and ale
when through the kitchen door come the dancing girl
then everything on the menu mattered
oh the thoughts in my head
oh if she knew
i hope she'll nod at this drunken bar slob
'cause i'm ready, willing and able
yes i'm ready, willing and able
over to the jukebox i staggered
for a love song to scatter my body before her
didn't have change and i lost my damn brains
so i started humming in-a-godda-da-vida
i'll pay the bar tab and even the cab
off to the hotel we'll wallow
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