Wake up in the morning, I’m the BAMF named Artie So maybe I can’t kill a lion but I still can party Before I leave, check my phone, make a quick call to Tina And make sure she really knows I got full use of my weena I’m talking - glasses sliding down my nose, nose Shit, I can’t feel my toes, toes Drama blowing up our phones, phones Drop-topping, playing our fave MP3s Beatles and TMBG Trying to pop some wheelies. Don’t stop, wheelie pop Spin until I throw up. Hey, Mike, ride a bike ‘cause it’s four wheels Tina likes I rock plaid socks But the party don’t stop, no Woah-oh oh oh Woah-oh oh oh (x2) Ain’t got a care in the world, but got lights on my chair Ain’t got no regionals trophy, but at least we got there And now the dudes are lining up to lock me in the crapper, But Finn is gonna save my ass, that chair-kicking Puck-slapper I’m talking about Rachel bringing back the funk, funk Tina’s up on my junk, junk Gonna hate you if you drive drunk, drunk Now, now - we goin’ till they kick us out, out Or the Figgins shuts us down, down Figgins shuts us down, down Figgy shuts us - Don’t stop, wheelie pop Spin until I throw up. Hey, Mike, ride a bike ‘cause it’s four wheels Tina likes I rock plaid socks But the party don’t stop, no Woah-oh oh oh Woah-oh oh oh (x2)