Get in the pick-up truck, we`re goin for a ride 
Come one man, it`s a downhill slide 
Remember the dead boys 
Crawl in the back, we`re goin` downtown 
Come on bro, we can both fall down 
Remember the dead boys 
Got a big old cheap plastic bottle of gin 
Nasty, but it`ll do you in 
Got to keep on talkin` so you don`t come to 
What the hell, what the fuck is wrong with you? 
Midnight ride 1997, One two three 
Motherfucker you`re going down tonight 
We`re takin` you in 
We`re takin` you out 
Midnight ride, one two three, come on 
Tonight we`re gonna party like it`s 1997 
I know you`re tearin` shit up and you drunk yourself wild 
I been drinkin` since I was a child 
Remember the dead boys 
I know you outweigh me by fifty pounds 
That won`t matter in a couple of rounds 
If the cops get here first, you`re a dead man 
You know I`m doin` all I can 
Sing along, bro`, with the Dead Boys and the New York Dolls 
You know we like that noise 
[In memory of Sean]