Blame It on the Fireball - Typecast

Quittin' time and it’s finally Friday

Gonna need a drink after this day

Gonna let my hair down

Put on those jeans that fit just right

'Cause my weekend really neads savin'

It’s not a beer I’m cravin'

Need something cold

That burns just right

Climb up into my truck

We’re goin' out tonight

Blame it on the Fireball

Me and my girls ain’t leavin 'til last call

Blame it on the Fireball

Been a hell of a day

Gonna tear it up my kind of way

Tonight, who needs Mr. Right

Blame it on the Fireball

Roll in and the shots start flowin'

I can see where this night is goin'

I meet his dark eyes

He pulls me in tight

Last call and the bar is closin'

I’m gonna regret this in the mornin'

Don’t even know him

But it feels just right

My girls say «don't leave with him»

But then again I might

Blame it on the Fireball

Me and my girls ain’t leavin 'til last call

Blame it on the Fireball

Been a hell of a day

Gonna tear it up my kind of way

It tastes like Heaven

And it burns like Hell

Don’t blame me if I don’t control myself

Don’t want no other alcohol

Blame it on the Fireball (x2)

Spoken:

Alright y’all

This is that time I want you to raise your glass

And toast yourselves for bein' bad ass

Blame it on the Fireball

Me and my girls ain’t leavin 'til last call

Blame it on the Fireball

Been a hell of a day

Gonna tear it up my kind of way

It tastes like Heaven

And it burns like Hell

Don’t blame me if I don’t control myself

Don’t want no other alcohol

It ain’t my fault after all

Blame it on the Fireball (x2)