| I like them bars with the jukebox up an'
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| Backyards with them solo cups an'
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| Day drinkin' when it’s half-past noon
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| But there ain’t no party like my dad’s pontoon
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| Buzz like a bug zapper hangin' from a tall pine
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| Could be the beer, maybe it’s the boxed wine
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| Boat’s tied up, floatin' by the cove
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| Bumpin' Sublime on my Pandora radio
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| Black Flys shades, old pair of flip flops
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| Blood shot eyes, what’s in my Ziploc
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| Dancin' on the rooftops, makin' the boat rock
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| Singin' at the top of her lungs 'till the song stops
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| Couple hot honeys, bottle of rum
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| Tattoos and tan lines under the sun
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| Inner tube, Sea-doo, booze and buds
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| Chillin' on the lake with the summer buzz
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| Drinkin' midday in the middle of June
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| Drinkin' too fast, pass out too soon
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| Sun’s sinkin' down and we lit like the moon
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| Ain’t nothin' like a party on my dad’s pontoon
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| I like them bars with the jukebox up an'
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| Backyards with them solo cups an'
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| Day drinkin' when it’s half-past noon
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| But there ain’t no party like my dad’s pontoon
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| Hey ya’ll, all aboard
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| Moonshine Bandits, floatin' with Colt Ford
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| Out here chillin' on the pontoon
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| Start with the sun, end with the moon
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| We got cold beer and brown liquor
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| That mason jar getcha damn quicker
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| That good green means good things
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| My southern charm is a girl’s dream
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| I’m so buzzed, like a bumble bee
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| I got so many girls in front of me
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| Pontoon pimpin' what it’s 'bout to be
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| You betta watch your girl, she be gone with me
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| See I’m just tryin' to get my party on
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| Which one of ya’ll wanna get your naughty on?
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| Cause I ain’t plannin' on goin' home
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| Got a pontoon party goin' all night long
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| I like them bars with the jukebox up an'
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| Backyards with them solo cups an'
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| Day drinkin' when it’s half-past noon
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| But there ain’t no party like my dad’s pontoon
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| Singin' heyo, heyo
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| Singin' heyo, heyo
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| I like them bars with the jukebox up an'
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| Backyards with them solo cups an'
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| Day drinkin' when it’s half-past noon
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| But there ain’t no party like my dad’s pontoon
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| Well I remember the first time in my dad’s pontoon like it was yesterday
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| Well hell, it was yesterday
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| I was 10 years old
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| The sun was bright, water was clear, lots of pretty women and plenty of beer
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| I had a crush on a girl named Betsy Lou from a boat down yonder
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| She had some good pontoons on her, if ya know what I’m sayin'
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| Well, we was floatin' down the river and I started gettin' sea sick
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| Daddy had the cure, so he made me take my first dip
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| Not in the water either, son of a bitch
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| Wait, sorry grandma
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| I like them bars with the jukebox up an'
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| Backyards with them solo cups an'
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| Day drinkin' when it’s half-past noon
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| But there ain’t no party like my dad’s pontoon
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| There ain’t no party like my dad’s pontoon |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dad’s Pontoon , by - Moonshine Bandits. Song from the album Throwdown: The Greatest Hits, in the genre Кантри