I got forty hours behing me and the weekend's just ahead. Trade my workshirt for a jersey of my favorite team instead.
Tell the Boss I'll see him Monday. I got important things on my mind. As far as I'm concerned this weekend's mine!
It's Tailgate Time, Tailgate Time, get me off this assembly line. Cuz I got good friends and touchdowns on my mind! It's Tailgate Time.
Pregame's on the radio. Cooler's in the bed. Burgers, bratts, and beers. You know my boys gotta get fed.
Tell the wife I'll see her Tuesday. The big game starts at 9....Tell her this extended weekend's mine!!!
Cuz there's no place that I'd rather be than in the parking lot, my team's down by three. Blame the referee! We're gonna win this time!
And the statium shakes. There's a flag on the play! As the clock ticks down, it's the end of the game and the rivalry is hangin' on the line!
It's Tailgate Time!
(Hey Riggs! While you're in there, get me a them bratts. Yea were gonne get 'em this time boys! Only down by three. Comin' to get ya! Watch out boy's here we come! They're goin' deep!!! Touchdown Baby!)