Twenty-five minutes past quitting time
  Seven of us crammed into that truck of mine
  Paying no attention to them highway signs
  Doing ninety miles an hour toward the county line
  Quick sack, twelve pack, back again
  It's a B-double E-double are you in?
  
  My buddies and their babies letting down their hair
  As long as we're together it don't matter where
  Ain't got a lot of money but we just don't care
  Knowing half the fun is in the getting there
  Aztec, long necks, paychecks spent
  Oh, It's a B-double E-double are you in?
  
  I can't stop thinking
  What the hell they were drinking
  When they made this county dry
  I got a week-long thirst
  And to make it worse
  Lord, it's my turn to drive
  
  Laughing and bragging and a' carrying on
  We loaded up the wagons and we headed home
  I guess half a dozen cases doesn't last that long
  Come tomorrow morning it'll be all gone
  Then, it's turn around, leave town, sounds again
  Like a B-double E-double are you in?