Friday's here, the pack is strong,
We drink a few beers and play a few songs.
Getting ready for a night on the prowl,
As we strut along, letting out a few howls.
One always stands out from the pack,
I'm the big bad dog, and that's a fact.
With a swagger in my step and a howl in my throat,
I'm the leader of the pack, and that's no joke.
The moon is high, the night's our stage,
We own this town, we set the rage.
With every step, the ground trembles and shakes,
We're the kings of the night, make no mistake.
One always stands out from the pack,
I'm the big bad dog, and that's a fact.
With a swagger in my step and a howl in my throat,
I'm the leader of the pack, and that's no joke.
So raise your glass, let's toast to the night,
To the pack that's strong and the moon so bright.
We'll howl at the stars, let our spirits fly,
For we're the big bad dogs, till the day we die.
One always stands out from the pack,
I'm the big bad dog, and that's a fact.
With a swagger in my step and a howl in my throat,
I'm the leader of the pack, and that's no joke.
Friday's here, the pack is strong,
We drink a few beers and play a few songs.
Getting ready for a night on the prowl,
As we strut along, letting out a few howls.