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 doin nothing cause you spent up all your money

So you smoke until you choke and drink your beer all alone

You drank up all your beer and you're feeling fine

You look up at the clock, it's only quarter till nine

So you woof a bunch of munchies cause there's nothing to do

But when you find they don't mix, you're chunkin' mulligans stew

Now you're moving up

Smoking major league base balls

Your price is getting higher each hit

The night keeps getting longer, a 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 with the rising sun

When you look for what you want you know that she'll be gone (You got it)

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 sinners)

For all have fallen short of the glory of

God