♪ ♪ Sun just dropped off the face of the earth. ♪ ♪ World just washed off of a hard day's work. ♪ ♪ Band's about to kick off the night and the first song. ♪ One, two, three, four! ♪ There's a 747 cutting across the sky. ♪ ♪ Granny in her slippers kissing Paul goodnight. ♪ ♪ Gonna lock down the hatch till the first bud crack of dawn. ♪ ♪ And we're just getting started. ♪ ♪ Drinking, picking, singing. ♪ ♪ Dropping our lines and heading on strangers. ♪ ♪ If you're down, get up. If you're in, get out. ♪ ♪ Pop a top and fire up this party. Hey, hey. ♪ ♪ We're just getting started. ♪ ♪ ♪ We're the people of the midnight hour. ♪ ♪ Silver bulletproof full of whiskey power. ♪ ♪ Getting louder and louder as the night rolls on. ♪ ♪ And getting drunk and stoned. ♪ ♪ We're the all-night owls and the neon lighters. ♪ ♪ Liquored up lovers and barroom fighters. ♪ ♪ And we ain't slowing down when the lightweight crowd goes home. ♪ ♪ We're just getting started. Drinking, picking, singing. ♪ ♪ Dropping our lines and heading on strangers. ♪ ♪ If you're down, get up. If you're in, get out. ♪ ♪ Pop a top and fire up this party. Hey, hey. ♪ ♪ We're just getting started. ♪ ♪♪ ♪ Yeah, don't you hate it when the night runs out of time. ♪ ♪ And you still got some moon in a jug of shine. ♪ ♪ Birds are singing and bringing on daylight. ♪ ♪ And we're just getting started. Drinking, picking, singing. ♪ ♪ Dropping our lines and heading on strangers. ♪ ♪ If you're down, get up. If you're in, get out. ♪ ♪ Pop a top and fire up this party. Hey, hey. ♪ ♪ We're just getting started. ♪ ♪ Oh, yeah. We're just getting started. ♪ ♪♪