[Verse 1]
Brody on the grill in a cutoff tee
Smoke in his hair
Says the beer’s on me
Mike in the corner pressing ink on tees
Names on the back like our own small league
Bo taking orders
“who wants Skinny Sauce?”
Writes it on a napkin
Wipes the counter off
Somebody’s yelling ‘bout the Cards and Cats
Same old faces in the same old hats
[Chorus]
Boom Boom Room
Where the nights run long
Where the small-town legends
All get written wrong
We’re making bets
On a game we’ll forget
Rival hearts talking trash
While we’re waiting on jets
Boom Boom Room
Yeah
This might be as good as it gets
[Verse 2]
Mike’s got a box of half-finished shirts
Mascot crooked
But it kind of works
Brody flips burgers like he’s counting sins
Says
“Pay me Friday when your check rolls in”
Bo shouts
“Louisville by seventeen”
Someone throws peanuts
Calls it just a dream
Plastic cups stacked like a house of cards
We keep score in scars and credit cards
[Chorus]
Boom Boom Room
Where the nights run long
Where the small-town legends
All get written wrong
We’re making bets
On a game we’ll forget
Rival hearts talking trash
While we’re waiting on jets
Boom Boom Room
Yeah
This might be as good as it gets
[Bridge]
One day we’ll trade this tab for a boarding pass
Leave our names carved here in the bathroom glass
If the plane runs late
We’ll run it back
Same booth
Same song
Same old sidetrack
[Chorus]
Boom Boom Room
Where the nights run long
Where the small-town legends
All get written wrong
We’re making bets
On a game we’ll forget
Rival hearts talking trash
While we’re waiting on jets
Boom Boom Room
Hold it down
Place your bets
Yeah
Boom Boom Room
This mess is the best that it gets