Текст песни Checkin' Out

How many buds can you fit in the backseat How many cans can you throw in a floorboard Mama's credit card and your brother's ID Six bodies, one bed, good lord Checkin' in to a good time Checkin' out all the so fine Under a blue sky, rays of sunshine, salt and green lime White can Miller Lite Goodbye to the real world Hey, hey little shot girl Give me the whole tray Baby what's your name? Party at my place Here's to a headache That's what this week's all about Checkin' in, checkin' out Alabama baby pullin' up in a black Jeep Two Georgia boys hollerin' "Hey, what's up?" Parking lot, peeking back ,burnin' their bare feet They comin' in hot, somebody best get the door Checkin' in to a good time Checkin' out all the so fine Under a blue sky, rays of sunshine, salt and green lime White can Miller Lite Goodbye to the real world Hey, hey little shot girl Give me the whole tray Baby what's your name? Party at my place Here's to a headache (ha) That's what this week's all about Checkin' in, checkin' out All the bars and the cars up and down the beach Checkin' in with your mama now and then Knowin' she can't sleep, hey Shh, y'all hold it down "Hey mama, yeah, I'm being good. No, we ain't partying, it's the TV." Checkin' in to a good time Checkin' out all the so fine Under a blue sky, rays of sunshine, salt and green lime White can Miller Lite Goodbye to the real world Hey, hey my little shot girl Give me the whole tray Baby what's your name? Party at my place Here's to a headache (aw) That's what this week's all about Checkin' in, checkin' out Checkin' out