It’s a road trip with no map; Dancing in the car like a star; Just driving away and far; Listening to your favourite tunes. An escape from the normal day; The calling of the long weekend; Young and wild and those who pretend; Going to camp grounds with the loons. Clinking of glass bottles. The brown bubbly going down smooth; Next you know you’re making your move; She’s next to you as the night chill moves in. Where else could be better than here; Nothing from the responses I hear; Toasts are made, hearts are poured; Friends laugh, good friends cry. Turn in for the night, or pass out tonight; Or if you are lucky you might getting lucky; And we all know that is just ducky; Let’s party till we ‘ve can’t party no more.
Posted on: Fri, 02 Aug 2013 00:10:29 +0000