Every Friday night you know where we’ll be,
Somebody’s backyard with a cooler full of beer.
Busting chops before the sun goes down,
Loudest bunch of idiots anywhere around.
Mike’s out by the grill making burgers just right,
Melissa’s already planning out the rest of the night.
Nobody’s got a schedule, nobody’s got a clue,
Just a bunch of damn good friends doing what we do.
We’ve got damn good friends, wouldn’t trade this crew,
A little bit crazy, but they’ll always come through.
We’ll argue all night, then laugh till two,
That’s just what firehouse families do.
We’ll gamble on anything if somebody says, “Who’s in?”Lose twenty bucks and then do it again.
Life’s too short to take it slow,
Grab another beer and let the good times roll.
Andrew says, “I’m only having one tonight.”
Everybody laughs ‘cause that never sounds right.
Weekend comes around and he’s ready to roll,
Till Sunday hits and he loses control.
If somebody’s got a ZYN, he’ll ask for one or two,
Same thing with a smoke if somebody’s got a few.
Monday through Wednesday… nowhere to be found,
Three-day tummy ache he don’t know what happen .
Thursday he’s alive like nothing went wrong…
Then Friday night he’s right back where he belongs.
Mike checks his watch with that same old line,
“Guys… it’s almost seven-thirty… it’s about my time.”
Melissa laughs, “Oh stop it, ya big baby!
Get in the truck—we’re going to the casino, maybe!”
Mike pretends he’s putting up a fight…
Five minutes later they’re playing slots all night.
Then there’s Mat with blood pressure through the roof,Doctor says, “Relax.” Mat says, “Need more proof.”
Don’t bring up anything unless you’ve got all night,
’Cause somehow F.D.N.Y. comes up every time.
He’ll tell you, “Back then… I used to be somebody…”
Then spends the next half hour making sure you don’t forget it, buddy.We’ve heard those stories a hundred times or more…Still somehow laughing when he starts one more.Then there’s Sully with his chest puffed out,
Complaining about everything, without a doubt.
“If you want it done right, let me show you how!”
Like the whole world’s waiting on him somehow.
Then off on another tangent he’ll go,
How he got there… nobody knows.
Started talking burgers, ended up in Rome…
By the end we’re wondering how we got so far from home.Arlene says, “I’m only having one tequila tonight…”Yeah… we’ve all heard that line before, right?
One glass turns to two, then maybe a few more,
Next thing you know she’s dancing on the floor.
Nobody even asks what they’re supposed to do…
Somebody yells, “Call Scotty!”—he already knows it’s true.He answers the phone with a laugh and a groan,
“Alright, alright… I’m driving her home.” “Fuck you mat”
If somebody says, “Who’s got twenty?” we’re already all in,None of us have learned, and we probably never will.Thirty-One just helps us lose a little slower,
Somebody wins tonight, somebody’s broke tomorrow.
We laugh, we argue, we bust each other’s chops with pride We’ve got damn good friends, and that’s all we need.
