It is a saturday night and we go to town
We mess about and hang arround
No matter where we are
You can see and hear us from a far
And never mind what people think
Who cares, we rather have another drink
And when we are all full
We drop our pants and begin to moon
We're gonna moon you
Show you our butt crack
We're gonna moon you
With or without ballshot
Mooning people is not polite
Not even on saturday night
So the barkeeper kicks us out
We got something to laugh about
Now it's slowly getting morning
But the game is still not boring
More bars are open I think
And that's better than getting a shrink