Songwriters: Irwin, Mark; Kear, Josh; Tompkins, Chris
Finally, Friday night
Got to get feelin' right
Low cut tank top
Blue jeans, skin tight
Nine 'o' clock, dance hall
Walkin' in, struttin' tall
Lookin' so good,
Boys scratchin' on the eight ball
Belly up to the bar
Cuervo, PBR
Flirtin' with the bartender
"Hey, baby, no charge"
Band's playin' my song
Gotta get my groove 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)
Closin' time, two 'o' clock
Party in the parkin' lot
Dancin' on a flat bed
Everybody's gettin' hot
Swingin' 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
Move it up, move it 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)
You gotta shake that thing
(Shake that thing)
Shake that thing
