[Verse 1]
Jen rolled in with a cooler and a grin
Said, “Crystal River, let the weekend begin”
We found a boat before we found our keys
And sunscreened everything except our memories
Two cold beers, then a white claw wave
Captain said, “Please stop trying to make me brave”
Jen stood up to dance, tipped into the wake
Still looked glamorous with a shrimp on her face
[Pre-Chorus]
By sunset, we were counting every can
By midnight, nobody knew the plan
[Chorus]
Jen came to visit, now she’s steering the night
From boat drinks in the morning to a bar fight with the light
Beers, white claws, then the Fireball parade
We got politely asked to leave three times today
Oh Jen, Jen, what a beautiful mess
Crystal River put our common sense to rest
If tomorrow asks what happened, we’ll say, “Honestly?
The boat was fine—the bars were the emergency!”
[Verse 2]
First bar said, “Folks, keep it down a bit”
Jen whispered, “Absolutely,” then started a conga split
Second bar had a bouncer with a look
Who knew our table by the time he brought the checkbook
We raised a toast to bad decisions made
A little beer, a white claw lemonade
Then Fireball showed up wearing tiny flames
Jen said, “One more,” and forgot three names
[Pre-Chorus]
The jukebox played our favorite guilty song
We danced so hard the whole room sang along
[Chorus]
Jen came to visit, now she’s steering the night
From boat drinks in the morning to a bar fight with the light
Beers, white claws, then the Fireball parade
We got politely asked to leave three times today
Oh Jen, Jen, what a beautiful mess
Crystal River put our common sense to rest
If tomorrow asks what happened, we’ll say, “Honestly?
The boat was fine—the bars were the emergency!”
[Bridge]
At one-oh-two, we lost a flip-flop
At one-oh-three, the bartender yelled, “Stop!”
At one-oh-four, Jen hugged a parking sign
Said, “This town is wonderful, and this sign is mine”
[Final Chorus]
Jen came to visit, now she’s queen of the night
Boat drinks in the daylight, kicked out by closing time
Beers, white claws, shots of Fireball in a chain
We’ll do it all again when she comes back on the plane
Oh Jen, Jen, you’re a hurricane in shorts
Crystal River keeps producing court reports
If tomorrow asks what happened, we’ll say, “Honestly?
We made some great memories—and misplaced sobriety!”
[Outro]
Bye, Jen, bring a cooler and a spare pair of shoes
The boat’s still floating, but the bars have bad news
Crystal River, save our names at the door
We’ll be back next weekend… or maybe nevermore!