| Fill 'er up again, I need another round |
| Yeah, I’m cuttin' loose 'cause I’m all wound up |
| And I, I wanna knock 'em down |
| So fill 'er up again |
| I’m talkin' ice cold and a hundred proof |
| Like an old jukebox needle, I’m gettin' in my groove |
| I’m gonna need a whole lot more |
| 'Fore the night is through |
| So fill 'er up again, I need another round |
| Yeah, I’m cuttin' loose 'cause I’m all wound up |
| And I, I wanna knock 'em down |
| So let it rain and drop that twang |
| That heartbroke, gettin' over, gonna have a good time with all my rowdy friends |
| So fill 'er up again |
| Lots of pretty girls in here from wall to wall |
| Tryin' to get me tequila bound with that lime and salt |
| But when the beat finds my boots |
| I’m gonna dance with them all |
| So fill 'er up again, I need another round |
| Yeah, I’m cuttin' loose 'cause I’m all wound up |
| And I, I wanna knock 'em down |
| So let it rain and drop that twang |
| Yeah, might be up all night chasin' that good time with all my rowdy friends |
| But until then, fill 'er up again |
| Fill 'er up again |
| Fill 'er up again |
| Fill 'er up again |
| Thank ya! |