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Everybody's so seriousEverybody's so scaredIt's enough to make a man deliriousIt's enough to make him lose hairWe need to get a little beer in usWe need to pull up a chairSit on down, pass it aroundEverybody know we're going nowhereEvery day's a weekend, everybody sleep inEverybody pretend it's Saturday nightKicking it with old friends, laughing at our misspent youthsAnd how we're never gonna get it rightSee, the future's still blurry, so we never really worryCause we ain't in a hurry to dieWe just keep our standards lowAnd get highHighIt's kind of funny how we always seem to cook sausageEverytime we're at a sausage partyWe need to call a couple women, go swimmingIn the baby pool that Billy's blowing up as we speakAlmost got with a friend once againEven though I know she's only gonna laugh at meBut it's tradition what I lack in intuitionSongtexteI make up for in consistencySo, everytime I get it wrongEvery day's a weekend, everybody sleep inEverybody pretend it's Saturday nightKicking it with old friends, laughing at our misspent youthsAnd how we're never gonna get it rightSee, the future's still blurry, so we never really worryCause we ain't in a hurry to dieWe just keep our standards lowAnd get high, highHighThere's people who say I only writeAbout drinking and tying one onI write songs about livingAnd this is one of them songsEvery day's a weekend, everybody sleep inEverybody pretend it's Saturday nightKicking it with old friends, laughing at our misspent youthsAnd how we're never gonna get it rightSee, the future's still blurry, so we never really worryCause we ain't in a hurry to dieWe just keep our standards lowAnd get high, highHighOh, we get highYou know you wanna get high Aus Songtexte Mania