Lyrics - Paroles de chansons

would have it start this way
Open up the fridge and have a tall boy yeah
Then I'd meet up with my friends
Head out to the game again
We don't even really care who wins
Wins one, two, three

chorus :
Now excitement seems to grow
When we're hangin' with the bro's
When we're chillin' and we pound a case of stroh's
Now the game is cool to see, you can high five on TV
Count the riot on the one, two, three
Operation is in sight and the field is open wide
When you break it the you know you're still alive
If the cops don't you make you pay, and you make you're getaway
Then you know that it's one fine day

And that day before we're through
We could torch a car or two
Then have ourselves another tallboy yeah

Water hoses and batons
That's the real game that's on
I don't really give a shit who wins, Wins ,one, two, three

chorus

I believe it's my God-given right
To destroy everything in my sight
'Cause it never gets dull, it never gets old
The only it gets is more bold
Drinkin', Fightin', Goin' to the game
In our world it's a way to stay sane
If you're askin' me, to have it my way
I'd say that's One Fine Day

chorus

Then you know that it's one fine day