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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Fold-out chairs in the pickup bed
Koozies lined like a parade
Somebody brought that busted-up speaker
Cranking loud in the gravel and shade
Cole’s got courage in a red Solo cup
Says, “Double-dog dare me, I’m in”
Next thing you know he’s ridin’ that cooler
Like a bull, fallin’ flat, we’re cry-laughin’ again
[Pre-Chorus]
Sun going down, but we’re goin’ up
Dust all over our boots
Every bad choice tastes better
Sippin’ this backyard proof
[Chorus]
It’s a Miller Lite and bad ideas kinda night
Talkin’ “you won’t” till somebody just might
From “hold my beer” to “man, that ain’t right” (hey!)
We’re makin’ memories we’ll feel in the mornin’ light
Yeah, it’s a Miller Lite and bad ideas kinda night
[Verse 2]
Jenny’s standin’ on the tailgate table
Sayin’, “Who wants to jump the creek?”
Next thing, headlights point at the water
We’re drag-racin’ in our bare feet
Ty’s tryin’ to rope that scarecrow
Misses twice, takes out the fence
We’re rollin’ in the grass, can’t breathe from laughin’
Whole night barely makin’ sense
[Pre-Chorus]
Phone’s got bars but we don’t care
Signal’s this buzz in our veins
Every “this is so stupid”
Ends in somebody yellin’ our names
[Chorus]
It’s a Miller Lite and bad ideas kinda night
Talkin’ “you won’t” till somebody just might
From “hold my beer” to “man, that ain’t right” (oh yeah)
We’re makin’ memories we’ll feel in the mornin’ light
Yeah, it’s a Miller Lite and bad ideas kinda night
[Bridge]
We’ll swear next week we’re slowin’ down
Then one sip flips that script around
One more dare, one more “watch this”
One more story we can’t believe we lived
[Chorus]
It’s a Miller Lite and bad ideas kinda night
Talkin’ “you won’t” till somebody just might
From “hold my beer” to “man, that ain’t right” (hey!)
We’re makin’ memories we’ll feel in the mornin’ light
Yeah, it’s a Miller Lite and bad ideas kinda night
Miller Lite and bad ideas every Friday night
Details
GeneratedFeb 21, 2026
Duration3:06
LanguageEnglish
Style
country, Rowdy modern country banger, male vocals; bright Telecaster riffs over stomping kick and big snare, fiddle licks answering vocal hooks. Verses stay tight and conversational, pre-chorus builds with gang claps, chorus explodes with stacked shout-alongs. Bridge drops to half-time then slams back in with crowd chants and ad-libbed whoops.
Credits
Prompt by
Ghost_404
Ghost_404ModelAria v5
Prompt
Country party song drinking a cold miller lite having good times and daring friends to do dumb stuff
