Bomber Jacket

It's minus ten outside

Ten past two in the morning

We head out to that place

I heard was good for dancing

And I got my bomber jacket

With my name stitched on it, baby

We get into the queue

When I reach into my shoe

While I swallow something blue

My friends have been let through

But I got my bomber jacket

With my name stitched on it, baby

Got my hair to my shoulders

Yeah, my hair to my shoulders

And my sneaks are high

Got my beer in my pocket

Yes, my beer in my pocket

And I won't run dry

I'm in line all alone

And frozen to the bone

And the bouncer checks my state

And says I must await

But I got my bomber jacket

With my name stitched on it

They finally let me in

Almost sober and skinned

Some guy starts a fight

And the bouncer throws me out

But I got my bomber jacket

With my name stitched on it, baby

Got my hair to my shoulders

Yeah, my hair to my shoulders

And my sneaks are high

Got my beer in my pocket

Yes, my beer in my pocket

And I won't run dry

Got my hair to my shoulders

Yeah, my hair to my shoulders

And my sneaks are high

Got my beer in my pocket

Yes, my beer in my pocket

And I won't run dry