Title: Friday Skeeters & Cheap Whiskey

**Verse 1**
I clocked out dirty, pocket lint in my shoe,
Bedtime came and went when the grill said “woo.”
Neighbor’s pickin’ banjo, dog’s chewin’ up a cord,
I’ve got more bug bites than PTO I can afford.

**Pre-Chorus**
Pour that cheap whiskey in a coffee cup,
Crank the radio, let the twang light up.
Something itches wicked, but I’ll turn it to a song—
It’s Friday night, so what could go wrong?

**Chorus**
Scratch my hairy back and scrotumballs,
couze its friday night and the bugs are hot.

**Verse 2**
I’m two-step struttin’ on the back porch planks,
Jeans sing tight, hat tips—thanks.
We spin by a citronella coil’s glow,
You laugh so hard when I do my rodeo.

**Pre-Chorus**
Little scratch to the right, now the left on my spine,
Mosquito named Mary thinks my navel’s fine.
I swear I’m romantic in a redneck way—
Take my hand while I swig and sway.

**Chorus**
Scratch my hairy back and scrotumballs,
couze its friday night and the bugs are hot.

**Bridge**
Moon’s our spotlight over rusted pickup beds,
Charcoal claps along while the jukebox shreds.
If love’s a scratched record in a neon bar,
We’ll play it ‘til the sunrise hits the jar.

**Break (spoken)**
“Hey—kill the bug zapper… nope, flip it on!
I wanna see who’s bitin’ before I ask ’em to dance.”

**Chorus (bigger, with crowd echo)**
Scratch my hairy back and scrotumballs,
couze its friday night and the bugs are hot.
*(Crowd: “They’re hot!”)*

**Final Chorus (tag it twice)**
Scratch my hairy back and scrotumballs,
couze its friday night and the bugs are hot.
Scratch my hairy back and scrotumballs,
couze its friday night and the bugs are hot.

**Outro**
When dawn comes knockin’ and the guitar gets mild,
We’ll know we survived that Friday wild.
A little scratch in the perfect spot,
And a laugh that lasts—’til the bugs cool off.