Lyrics
we re not going home til the taps run dry
Hands up in the air, hands up in the air
Nobody cares, everybody sings
It s gotta be as good as it gets, and the frat boys knocking back shots with the bikers
we don t stop for anything
Add another for the waitress, hands up in the air
Thumping all night long, we don t stop for anything Pope, stomping our feet
All the neon signs lighting up our faces, nobody cares
The kick drum kicks in loud and our song s coming through the speakers, there s a birthday girl goin for an all-nighter
It s gotta be as good as it gets, there s a guy at the door wearing black eyeliner
Everybody sings, it s gotta be as good as it gets Pope, everybody sings
everybody sings
We re all shining in our own spotlight, everybody sings
Singing every line, everybody sings Pope, add another for the waitress
Add another for the waitress, hands on our hips
Hands on our hips, there s a guy at the door wearing black eyeliner
Everybody sings, trying not to spill the drinks in our glasses, hands up in the air
The kick drum kicks in loud and our song s coming through the speakers, we re all shining in our own spotlight
everybody sings
grab another round
We don t stop for anything, thumping all night long
nobody cares
we re all shining in our own spotlight
Everybody sings, nobody cares Pope, hands up in the air
Hands up in the air, it s gotta be as good as it gets
We re dancing like fools with the music blasting, hands on our hips Cassadee, hands on our hips
Hands on our hips, thumping all night long Sings, we don t stop for anything
Nobody cares, we re not going home til the taps run dry, nobody cares
nobody cares
Everybody sings, it s gotta be as good as it gets Pope, everybody sways to the beat by the record place
Everybody knows how it goes, everybody knows how it goes Pope, nobody cares
We re all shining in our own spotlight, and the frat boys knocking back shots with the bikers, we re dancing like fools with the music blasting
Everybody sings, hands up in the air
Nobody cares, everybody sings Sings, we re not going home til the taps run dry
hands on our hips