[Verse 1] Showed up late to a party I wasn’t invited to Red cup handshake “Dude I kinda know you” Somebody yelled “Shots!” like a public service call Now my good intentions face-planted in the hall [Pre-Chorus] I said I’d be chill Be home by ten That promise fell Down the stairs again [Chorus] Don’t park on the lawn Don’t drink from the bong shaped like your mom Don’t text your ex at 1 a.m Or bet your eyebrows you can beat your friends We said “just one round” Now the cops wrote our names in the ground Bad decisions Keep ’em coming on Screaming “don’t park on the lawn!” (hey!) [Verse 2] Lost my shoe Found God in the bathroom line Told him “give me strength” and he said “you’ll be fine” Tried to wingman Dan Kissed his crush by mistake Now he’s making that face like my student loans came [Pre-Chorus] I said “I’ll behave” I’ll nurse this drink Then beer-pong fate Sink after sink [Chorus] Don’t park on the lawn Don’t climb on the roof and lead a song Don’t say “shotgun” when you can’t stand Or let your friend Dave draw on your hand We said “head home soon” Now we’re howling at a traffic cone moon Bad decisions Stack ’em up till dawn Screaming “don’t park on the lawn!” (whoa-oh) [Bridge] [Drums drop to half-time Gang vocals] This is why we can’t have Anything at all Coaster on the table Keys against the wall Someone hit the sprinklers Someone hit on Chad’s mom Somebody moved my car and— Dude That is not a spot [Chorus] Don’t park on the lawn Don’t blame it on “the vibes were strong” Don’t film that flip You will not stick it Don’t yell “I’m fine” with a dislocated ticket We said “call it a night” Now we’re banned from this block for life Bad decisions Last verse Sing along Screaming “don’t park on the lawn!” Screaming “don’t park on the lawn!” (one more!) Screaming “don’t… park… on the lawn!”

rock, Fast, crunchy pop-punk anthem with male vocals; bright overdriven guitars chugging eighth notes, tight drum kit with shouty gang vocals on every hook. Verses sprint with palm-muted riffs and melodic bass runs; pre-chorus leans on toms and rising chords; chorus explodes wide with doubled lead vocal and crowd chants. Brief middle-eight drops to half-time before a final, faster reprise of the hook., punk, pop, male vocals

Don’t Park On The Lawn