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