The lobby chairs are empty 'cause there's class going on
But in between you know the crowds are gonna flow
With glazed eyes they've been waiting since the dawn
For their Friday-night salvation but it's coming kinda slow
They're thinking about their papers, they're thinking about their dreams
They're wondering how far they're gonna go
Every muscle in their bodies crying out for release
Build up and tear it down again, that's how it goes

Let's all get stoned
My Bob Dylan songs ain't for listening alone
Let's get hammered, there's Stoli in the 'fridge
We'll paint made up gang signs underneath the bridge
I wanna talk
With a nose-ringed brunette at a party on the riverwalk
The we'll sleep like the dead, our bodies spent on the bed,
With nothing left in our aching heads
Hell yes

Dinner and TV 'til your friends are all ready
Do you think you'd flirt with a girl in this skirt?
That shotglass will spill if you don't hold it steady
And it tastes a lot better if you mix with Squirt
Brothers get out their polos and turn their hats to the right
All the technical guys finally start to unwind
'Cause everybody's going to a party tonight
That only half will remember, but the rest don't mind
And the cans go pop
And the dorm doors lock
Then the music's blaring out at every house on the block
The police drive by and the kids get stopped
The poker players bet, and they wait for the flop
That athlete's got 'roid rage! This place is kinda strange--
Did you catch that girl's name, do you think she's underage?
Everybody's laughing, and most are trying to just get laid
But now you've gotta leave 'cause they're closing down the stage
So friends call friends and say

Let's all get stoned
My Bob Dylan songs ain't for listening alone
Let's get hammered, there's Stoli in the 'fridge
We'll paint made up gang signs underneath the bridge
I wanna talk
With a nose-ringed brunette at a party on the riverwalk
The we'll sleep like the dead, our bodies spent on the bed,
With nothing left in our aching heads
Hell yes

The end of the night comes down with a whimper
As drinks come back up into strangers' bathtubs
Through lonelier eyes the world looks simpler
And your buddy's still begging to refill his cup
You didn't meet a girl worth getting to know
Though you heard a decent story about this one that's sorta whore-y
Nothing really happened and now it's all slow
There's a bum at the QD, drinking a forty
And he's shaking from the cold that you don't feel
You kinda miss the feeling, but you're still reeling
You want to be reminded your body's real
But vodka and beer are less than revealing
Everybody's going to their separate beds
But you can't sleep with the thoughts you keep
'Cause you're thinking about the mantra your friends all said
'Til your eyes droop shut, but you don't dream deep
You know that it'll only repeat

Let's all get stoned
My Bob Dylan songs ain't for listening alone
Let's get hammered, there's Stoli in the 'fridge
We'll paint made up gang signs underneath the bridge
I wanna talk
With a nose-ringed brunette at a party on the riverwalk
The we'll sleep like the dead, our bodies spent on the bed,
With nothing left in our aching heads
Hell yes
Hell yes
Hell