Well for a while it's late
So take another drink
Another pull
From my pocket ass whiskey, Chile
All right
Well in the summertime, it's late
To be a famous one to date
Is it the real thing?
God it's the read thing
Wo, the real thing
Kg and me were a rock and roll band to see
From the old school woman
That you might to just have to disagree
But when we rock upon the mic
And we come up with a riff or three
It's late, but not too late
Don't masturbate, just 'cause it's late
Oh oh oh uh
Ten thousands suits couldn't stop us now
When we blast through
