Good times are comin'.

Quit your bitchin', move your feet until the break of down, because nobody gives a damn about the day that you were born. This song is for everyone who it ain't your birthday you gotta party like it's not your birhtday. This song is for anyone who's havin' the worst day. Take a sip of the high life, chase it down, until you fall three hundred and sixty five nights. Why have one if we can have 'em all? Drop your calls, lose your keys, before the drinks are gone. Get yourself out your seat, clap your hands, move your feet until the break of down.