Sunday night is feeling alright
The food is great
The music’s tight.
Drink that chocolate milk
Eat that nacho plate
Lay on those bedsheets of silk
Tomorrow ain’t guaranteed so mate.
I gotta wake up to go to work
But really all I do is forum lurk
Put in my two sense and stupid replies
While I’m looking at my wife and her massive thighs
I’m getting head rush
Natural dopamine from drums
The snow melts to slush
I’ma have some funsssss