Текст Moonshine Bandits – Dad’s Pontoon

I like them bars with the jukebox up an’
Backyards with them solo cups an’
Day drinkin’ when it’s half-past noon
But there ain’t no party like my dad’s pontoon

Buzz like a bug zapper hangin’ from a tall pine
Could be the beer, maybe it’s the boxed wine
Boat’s tied up, floatin’ by the cove
Bumpin’ Sublime on my Pandora radio
Black Flys shades, old pair of flip flops
Blood shot eyes, what’s in my Ziploc
Dancin’ on the rooftops, makin’ the boat rock
Singin’ at the top of her lungs ’till the song stops
Couple hot honeys, bottle of rum
Tattoos and tan lines under the sun
Inner tube, Sea-doo, booze and buds
Chillin’ on the lake with the summer buzz
Drinkin’ midday in the middle of June
Drinkin’ too fast, pass out too soon
Sun’s sinkin’ down and we lit like the moon
Ain’t nothin’ like a party on my dad’s pontoon

I like them bars with the jukebox up an’
Backyards with them solo cups an’
Day drinkin’ when it’s half-past noon
But there ain’t no party like my dad’s pontoon

Hey ya’ll, all aboard
Moonshine Bandits, floatin’ with Colt Ford
Out here chillin’ on the pontoon
Start with the sun, end with the moon
We got cold beer and brown liquor
That mason jar getcha damn quicker

I like them bars with the jukebox up an’
Backyards with them solo cups an’
Day drinkin’ when it’s half-past noon
But there ain’t no party like my dad’s pontoon

Singin’ heyo, heyo
Singin’ heyo, heyo

I like them bars with the jukebox up an’
Backyards with them solo cups an’
Day drinkin’ when it’s half-past noon
But there ain’t no party like my dad’s pontoon

Well I remember the first time in my dad’s pontoon like it was yesterday
Well hell, it was yesterday
I was 10 years old
The sun was bright, water was clear, lots of pretty women and plenty of beer
I had a crush on a girl named Betsy Lou from a boat down yonder
She had some good pontoons on her, if ya know what I’m sayin’
Well, we was floatin’ down the river and I started gettin’ sea sick
Daddy had the cure, so he made me take my first dip
Not in the water either, son of a bitch
Wait, sorry grandma

I like them bars with the jukebox up an’
Backyards with them solo cups an’
Day drinkin’ when it’s half-past noon
But there ain’t no party like my dad’s pontoon
There ain’t no party like my dad’s pontoon