1997 (Tonight We're Gonna Party Like It's...)

Get in the pick-up truck, we're goin for a ride
 Come one man, it's a downhill slide
 Remember the dead boys
 Crawl in the back, we're goin' downtown
 Come on bro, we can both fall down
 Remember the dead boys
 Got a big old cheap plastic bottle of gin
 Nasty, but it'll do you in
 Got to keep on talkin' so you don't come to
 What the hell, what the fuck is wrong with you?
 Midnight ride 1997, One two three
 Motherfucker you're going down tonight
 We're takin' you in
 We're takin' you out
 Midnight ride, one two three, come on
 Tonight we're gonna party like it's 1997
 I know you're tearin' shit up and you drunk yourself wild
 I been drinkin' since I was a child
 Remember the dead boys
 I know you outweigh me by fifty pounds
 That won't matter in a couple of rounds
 If the cops get here first, you're a dead man
 You know I'm doin' all I can
 Sing along, bro', with the Dead Boys and the New York Dolls
 You know we like that noise
 [In memory of Sean]