| Song | Chris Farley |
| Artist | Hilltop Hoods |
| Album | State Of The Art |
| CHORUS | |
| I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop, | |
| Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped, | |
| So if you’re drunk on Friday night you know what’s what, | |
| And if you’re blaaagh you know what’s what, | |
| I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop, | |
| Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped, | |
| So if you’re just too ****ing blind you know what’s what, | |
| And if you’re bluuugh you know what’s what | |
| VERSE 1: PRESSURE | |
| I wanna go out like Biggie and Pac, | |
| No gun fire, I’m talking rum and dry, hit me with shots, | |
| Tequila and scotch, I’ll wind up on the idiot box, | |
| At six o’ clock with a grand tucked into my socks, | |
| My obituary notice will say that most of my days, | |
| Were spent inside a bottle and a toast will be raised, | |
| Until conspiracy theories say they know I’m ok, | |
| I’ll drop seven more albums by my ghost from the grave | |
| VERSE 2: SUFFA | |
| I wanna die in Memphis like Elvis, | |
| Senseless on the toilet pissing on my own pelvis, | |
| Helpless, choking on vodka and shellfish, | |
| Get found by my girl like god you’re so selfish, | |
| Well-wishers at my wake saying he’ll be well missed, | |
| But wait till they’re well pissed, they’ll wish me to hell with, | |
| Everybody that I wanted to party with anyway, | |
| Don’t care if it’s a hundred and ninety degrees centigrade | |
| CHORUS | |
| I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop, | |
| Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped, | |
| So if you’re drunk on Friday night you know what’s what, | |
| And if you’re blaaagh you know what’s what, | |
| I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop, | |
| Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped, | |
| So if you’re just too ****ing blind you know what’s what, | |
| And if you’re bluuugh you know what’s what | |
| VERSE 3: PRESSURE | |
| Like Jim Morrison, I wanna party till my heart stop, | |
| Tripping in a bath with a stripper and a glass of, | |
| Liquor in my grasp, man I figure that my last of, | |
| Days should be crazed I’m a live it till I’m passed on, | |
| If any grief is shed, leave it said, | |
| I’d remind them of just how far the dream has led, | |
| So when it’s time for me, be finally relieved I’m dead, | |
| I want to exit how I entered – between some legs | |
| VERSE 4: SUFFA | |
| I wanna bender like Hendrix, | |
| Blend six liquors with ten drinks, | |
| Ten-four buddy, well it’s like ten-six, when it’s, | |
| Ten sixteen in the morning, my girl will send, | |
| Sixteen messages to me warning, | |
| We’ll be ex’s if I don’t exit, so exit, | |
| The next shit’s getting called a sexist at breakfast so let’s get, | |
| Our phones and all set ‘em to flight mode, | |
| And let the horns fly through the hook and take us right home | |
| CHORUS | |
| I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop, | |
| Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped, | |
| So if you’re drunk on Friday night you know what’s what, | |
| And if you’re blaaagh you know what’s what, | |
| I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop, | |
| Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped, | |
| So if you’re just too ****ing blind you know what’s what, | |
| And if you’re bluuugh you know what’s what, | |
| SUFFA | |
| Tell me how does it feel... | |
| To be on your own... | |
| On a bender like a Rolling Stone? | |
| I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop, | |
| Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped, | |
| So if you’re drunk on Friday night you know what’s what, | |
| And if you’re blaaagh you know what’s what, | |
| I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop, | |
| Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped, | |
| So if you’re just too ****ing blind you know what’s what, | |
| And if you’re bluuugh you know what’s what |
| CHORUS | |
| I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley nonstop, | |
| Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped, | |
| So if you' re drunk on Friday night you know what' s what, | |
| And if you' re blaaagh you know what' s what, | |
| I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley nonstop, | |
| Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped, | |
| So if you' re just too ing blind you know what' s what, | |
| And if you' re bluuugh you know what' s what | |
| VERSE 1: PRESSURE | |
| I wanna go out like Biggie and Pac, | |
| No gun fire, I' m talking rum and dry, hit me with shots, | |
| Tequila and scotch, I' ll wind up on the idiot box, | |
| At six o' clock with a grand tucked into my socks, | |
| My obituary notice will say that most of my days, | |
| Were spent inside a bottle and a toast will be raised, | |
| Until conspiracy theories say they know I' m ok, | |
| I' ll drop seven more albums by my ghost from the grave | |
| VERSE 2: SUFFA | |
| I wanna die in Memphis like Elvis, | |
| Senseless on the toilet pissing on my own pelvis, | |
| Helpless, choking on vodka and shellfish, | |
| Get found by my girl like god you' re so selfish, | |
| Wellwishers at my wake saying he' ll be well missed, | |
| But wait till they' re well pissed, they' ll wish me to hell with, | |
| Everybody that I wanted to party with anyway, | |
| Don' t care if it' s a hundred and ninety degrees centigrade | |
| CHORUS | |
| I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley nonstop, | |
| Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped, | |
| So if you' re drunk on Friday night you know what' s what, | |
| And if you' re blaaagh you know what' s what, | |
| I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley nonstop, | |
| Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped, | |
| So if you' re just too ing blind you know what' s what, | |
| And if you' re bluuugh you know what' s what | |
| VERSE 3: PRESSURE | |
| Like Jim Morrison, I wanna party till my heart stop, | |
| Tripping in a bath with a stripper and a glass of, | |
| Liquor in my grasp, man I figure that my last of, | |
| Days should be crazed I' m a live it till I' m passed on, | |
| If any grief is shed, leave it said, | |
| I' d remind them of just how far the dream has led, | |
| So when it' s time for me, be finally relieved I' m dead, | |
| I want to exit how I entered between some legs | |
| VERSE 4: SUFFA | |
| I wanna bender like Hendrix, | |
| Blend six liquors with ten drinks, | |
| Tenfour buddy, well it' s like tensix, when it' s, | |
| Ten sixteen in the morning, my girl will send, | |
| Sixteen messages to me warning, | |
| We' ll be ex' s if I don' t exit, so exit, | |
| The next shit' s getting called a sexist at breakfast so let' s get, | |
| Our phones and all set ' em to flight mode, | |
| And let the horns fly through the hook and take us right home | |
| CHORUS | |
| I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley nonstop, | |
| Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped, | |
| So if you' re drunk on Friday night you know what' s what, | |
| And if you' re blaaagh you know what' s what, | |
| I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley nonstop, | |
| Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped, | |
| So if you' re just too ing blind you know what' s what, | |
| And if you' re bluuugh you know what' s what, | |
| SUFFA | |
| Tell me how does it feel... | |
| To be on your own... | |
| On a bender like a Rolling Stone? | |
| I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley nonstop, | |
| Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped, | |
| So if you' re drunk on Friday night you know what' s what, | |
| And if you' re blaaagh you know what' s what, | |
| I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley nonstop, | |
| Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped, | |
| So if you' re just too ing blind you know what' s what, | |
| And if you' re bluuugh you know what' s what |