late weekend night and I'm at the Bojar Grill

I got decisions to be made between lager and ale

When through the kitchen door come the dancing girl

then everything on the menu mattered



(course)

oh the thoughts in my head

oh if she knew

I hope she'll nod at this drunken bar slob



'cause I'm ready, willing and able

yes I'm ready, willing and able



over to the jukebox I staggered

for a love song to scatter my body before her

didn't have change and I lost my damn brains

so I started humming "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida"

I'll pay the bar tab and even the cab

off to the hotel we'll wallow



oh the thoughts in my head

oh if she knew

I hope she'll nod at this drunken bar slob



'cause I'm ready, willing and able

yes I'm ready, willing and able (x5)