“Fri‑Fri‑Friday Night Feeling”
(A Bud Light Platinum Friday‑Night Confusion Song)
Verse 1
It’s Fri‑Fri‑Fri—
Fri‑day night and I’m feelin’ alri—
Alri— almost alright.
I cracked that Platinum can and my tongue said,
“Eh, we not ready for this fight.”
I tried to say “cheers,” but I said “chickens,”
Tried to say “let’s go,” but I said “let’s… listen?”
Auntie already giving me the side‑eye like,
“Boy, the sun not even down yet, what mission?”
Pre‑Chorus
I tried to say “party,” but I said “parrot,”
Tried to say “sip slow,” but I said “ship carrot.”
My friends looking at me like I’m buffering,
Like my brain need a software update.
Chorus
It’s Fri‑Fri‑Friday night and I’m stu‑stu‑stu—
Stuttering like my mouth forgot English.
I tried to say “I’m good,”
But it came out “I’m… squid.”
Bud Light Platinum got me remixing my words,
Talking like I swallowed a glitch.
It’s Friday night, I’m vibing,
But my vocabulary calling in sick.
Verse 2
I tried to say “one more,” but I said “lawn mower,”
Tried to say “I’m fine,” but I said “I’m… floor.”
I meant to call my cousin Nate,
But I accidentally ordered a pizza to the shore.
I tried to say “dance,” but I said “ants,”
Tried to say “let’s jam,” but I said “let’s… pants.”
Auntie clutching her rosary like,
“Eh, this boy possessed by the Bud Light spirits.”
Bridge
Why my feet walking sideways?
Why my thoughts typing in slow?
Why I telling the cooler,
“You’re the only one who gets me, bro.”
I tried to sing karaoke,
But the mic said “nah, not tonight.”
I tried to say “I’m sober,”
But it came out “I’m… solar light.”
Final Chorus
It’s Fri‑Fri‑Friday night and I’m stu‑stu‑stu—
Stumbling like my slippers retired.
I tried to say “I’m ready,”
But it came out “I’m… spaghetti.”
Bud Light Platinum got me emotional,
Apologizing to the barbecue pit.
Auntie shaking her head like,
“Next time drink water, you little misfit.”
Outro
Fri‑Fri‑Friday night…
Platinum in my hand…
I tried to say “goodnight,”
But it came out “good… sand.”
Now I’m sitting by the cooler,
Talking story with the ice like family.
Friday nights hit different,
When Platinum hits you dramatically.
CrisostomoQuinene
