Friday night is coming so you're saving all your money, 'cause you need to buy some buds and some beer,
You won't be doing nothing 'cause you spent up all your money, so you smoke until you choke and then you drink your beer alone,
Drink up all your beer and you're feeling fine, but you look up at the clock - it's only quarter to nine,
So you woof a bunch of munchies 'cause there's nothing to do, but when you find they don't mix, you're chunking mulligan stew.

Now you're moving up: smoking major league base balls,
Your price is getting higher each hit,
The night keeps getting longer; couple hits will make you stronger,
So ya smoke another 8-ball and get deeper in debt,
You've got this young blonde who's as thin as a dime,
She's inhaling all your blow and leaving nothing behind,
As your debt keeps coming like the rising sun,
So you look for what you want; you know that she'll be gone,
You got hit.

Jesus Christ is coming so we've got to get ready, for broad is the road to death,
Jesus hasn't come to call the righteous, but the sinner, for all have fallen short of the glory of God.