Fun times coming out the wazoo
Watch out buddy, don't let me catch you
U-u-u-undies go up, and then I pull your pants down
Hey look, I found money, wallet on the ground
Need a hand? I'm steady, pull you out of the slop
'Fore I forget: you are "it" now, Bob!

Fun times
Fun times

Fun times, we're riding into town
The music's up, putting the hammer down
A babe in is my lap, we're all jammed in the car
And we are all so shitfaced we do not know where we are
Fun times, empty pockets, wallets drained
I'll tell you what, buddy, I can't feel my brain
Or my ass as we pelt down the street
I think I hear the coppers under that song "One Week"

Fun times

Fun times, why does my room look like such a tip
What the hell happened? I cannot think
Fun times? Could be it, possibly
But now I must face the reality
Like the call from the cops asking questions of me
G-g-g-gotta say "I don't know a thing!"
Fun times? Smells like whore on my breath
I've gotta mean hangover and I feel quite like death

Fun times
Fun times
Fun times
Fun times
Fun times
Fun times