We do it for the joy it brings

Oh the joy it brings

The nights, we can't remember so many flings

But together, we reminisce on our couch

And Wetzles walks in, around her waist is her pouch

That fanny pack, it carries more than her chap stick

But the faint memories, of the last night's dick

We laugh so hard it hurts

But Katie got so drunk last night, she's got the squirts

She runs so fast, crouched over, up to the bathroom.

The next time I see her, she's laying in fetal position, like she's in the womb

And Kara's here too, laid out in the hall

I can barely get to the bathroom , I'm pressed up to the wall

It's almost three P.M., so I think she's dead

I put on her socks and place a pillow under her head

I look back on the night before and back toward my room I walk

What was that guy's name and how big was his cock?

But that doesn't matter now, all that matters is us.

The memories we have now, we can forever discuss.

I love you joyful girls for the joy it brought.

You will absolutely, never be forgot.