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Finally, Friday night
Got to get, feeling right
Low cut, tank top
Blue jeans, skin tight
9 o'clock, dance hall
Walkin in, struttin tall
Lookin so good
Boys scratchin on the 8 ball
Belly up to the bar
Cuervo, PBR
Flirtin with the bartender
Hey baby, no charge
Bands playin, my song
Gotta get my grove on
Ride sally, ride sally
Ride it all night long
If you got it, flaunt it
Make the cowboys want it
You gotta shake that thing,
Shake that thing,
Shake that thing,
Shake that thing,
Closing time, 2 o'clock
Party in the parkin lot
Dancin on a flat bed
Everybody's getting hot
Swinging on some wild cat
Bumpin old-school rap
Give that girl a brass pole
Where'd she learn to do that
If you got it, flaunt it
Make the cowboys want it
You gotta shake that thing
Shake that thing
Shake that thing
Shake that thing
East west, north south
Let it all hang out
Movin up, movin down
Take that country into town
Shake that thing
If you got it, flaunt it
Make the cowboys want it
You gotta shake that thing
Shake that thing
Shake that thing
Shake that thing