Raise Ya Beer
Verse 1
Friday’s done, knock-off’s here,
Grab the esky, crack a beer.
Chuck some snags on the barbie, mate,
Friday arvo’s bloody great.
Tunes are pumping through the night,
Fire’s burning, feeling right.
Someone’s spinning another yarn,
Half it’s true… but that’s the charm.
Pre-Chorus
The boss can wait till Monday, mate,
Tonight we’re giving work the flick.
No worries here, just mates and beers,
Forget the week—we’re loving it.
Chorus
Raise ya beer, let the good times roll,
Mates for life—that’s how we roll.
Music loud and a sky full of stars,
Larrikins laughing, forgetting our scars.
Talking shit till the morning light,
She’ll be right… we’ll be alright.
Raise ya beer, sing loud and clear,
Here’s to the mates that’ll always be here!
Verse 2
Someone reckons he caught a barra,
Near bent the tinny with the bugger.
Another swears he’d still play footy,
Till his knees say, “Not today, buddy.”
Taking the piss, giving it back,
No one around here cuts you slack.
That’s what makes old mates so rare,
They’ll knock you down… then pull up a chair.
Bridge
One day we’ll all have silver hair,
Looking back from an old camp chair.
Won’t count dollars or the things we’ve bought,
Just the laughs and the lessons these nights have taught.
Final Chorus
Raise ya beer, let the good times roll,
Mates for life—that’s how we roll.
Turn it up, let the whole pub hear,
Friday nights are made for cheer.
From the bush to the city lights,
Backyard barbies and country nights.
Raise ya beer, one last cheer…
Here’s to good mates and another beer!
Outro
The fire burns low, the music fades,
Still talking shit like the olden days.
We’ll do it all again next week, no fear…
Same old crew…
Raise ya beer!
