Getting Drunk in Panama City

[Verse 1] Counting the days till the end of May Vacation friends coming down to the Bay Not sure how many summers we have left We may be done But we’ll live this bitch Like it’s the last fucking one We may be too old For too many shots And can’t quite fit In our wife beater tank tops [Pre-Chorus] We’re getting drunk In Panama City The beach will never be the same We’re getting drunk In Panama City The alcohol’s to blame [Chorus] Getting drunk in Panama City Getting drunk in Panama City The beach will never be the same Getting drunk in Panama City The alcohol’s to blame [Verse 2] Let’s fire it up And get a good buzz Then Connie can take pictures of us We’ll head to Diego’s For about six hours And drink margaritas For hundreds of dollars We’ll meet some new friends Not the ones till the end But some good fucking friends will never see again. Bobby can drive and keep us out of the ditch, hold on to my shirt while I yell I'm rich bitch Todd will be blasted all my new tunes, will wake up tomorrow, and you know what will do. [Pre-Chorus] We’re getting drunk In Panama City The beach will never be the same We’re getting drunk In Panama City The alcohol’s to blame [Chorus] Getting drunk in Panama City Getting drunk in Panama City The beach will never be the same Getting drunk in Panama City The alcohol’s to blame [Bridge] [Soft] Shit hope nobody gets crabs [Final Chorus] Getting drunk in Panama City Getting drunk in Panama City The beach will never be the same Getting drunk in Panama City The alcohol’s to blame