Paroles: FunkyJahPunkys. Third World War. Boot Skeet Boogie.

We?ve all been there, yes indeed

Just looking for a little of what we need

Meet a girl, but not your type

But she will do just for tonight

You say hello, you buy the drinks

Pretend to care now what she thinks

Take her hand, ask her to dance

Don?t let her go, might be your last chance

Boot, Skeet, Boogie

Boot, Skeet, Boogie

Boot, Skeet, Boogie

Now she?s drunk and starts to slur

She can barely see you, just a blur

She says ?Well, can you drive me home?

Now you?re in there, that?s for sure

Grab the keys, you should skip the bill

Time to move in for the kill

Hit the gas, you swerve the lanes

Screech the brakes just before her place

Boot, Skeet, Boogie

Boot, Skeet, Boogie

Boot, Skeet, Boogie

You hold her hair, she sprays the curb

Come on boy, don?t lose your nerve

You?ve gotten this far, you can?t turn back

If she?s ugly just grab a sack

You hit it fast, you?ve hit it strong

But now something just feels wrong

Not a single scream, not a single shout

Holy shit, this bitch passed out

Boot, Skeet, Boogie

Boot, Skeet, Boogie

Boot, Skeet, Boogie