Fiddler's Green - Bottoms Up

Bad days, trouble all around us
Mad boss, nothing but a dumb ass
Good vibes, this is what we go for
Count the days till we come around and get more

Hooray, leave it all behind now
We don't want to be a cash cow
So what? Here's your destination
Movin', groovin' could be your salvation

And we say bottoms up, all wound up in the pub
We're gonna keep it up and never stop:
Get it up, we ain't the Losers' Club
You'd better stand your ground and step it up :

Hey now, you couch potatoes
Ain't no closing time at Hardy's
The doors are open wide tonight
Smell the malted barley

Homebirds, slackers, lazy bones
The place to be tonight is Hardy's
Everything will come undone
so hurry up we're gonna party!

Loose girls standing by the backdoor
Hot legs stepping on the dance floor
Join in, get the mojo working
Movin', groovin, you know what it's good for

Bright night, trouble all behind us
Wild boys waiting for the night bus
Good vibes, this is what we came for
Count the days till we're back again and get more

Written by:
Stefan Klug, Tobias Heindl, Ralf Albers, Patrick Prziwara, Rainer Schulz, Frank Jooß

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Lyrics © COHEN AND COHEN

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