

{heavy palm-muted riffs building tension}{double
bass intro} Out at the bars with my crew,
scanning the room
My buddy spots the prize,
gives me the look
I know my role,
time to step up and play the game Take the one left
over, make sure he scores tonight (yeah)
{driving palm
mutes} He gets the beauty,
I get the beast
But that's the deal when you're the wingman
{building tension
with cymbal swells}
I ride the moped,
yeah the one nobody wants Take her home so my boy can
get the hot one Owe me one big time,
this shit ain't fair Coyote ugly,
chew my own arm off to escape
(owes me one) {soaring gang vocals} Clubs and bars,
same story every damn night Friend gets the ten,
I get the two or three
Laugh it off now but later I regret the choice Wake up
next to regret, moped ride of shame (hahaha)
{fast double
bass} One day he'll pay it back,
but tonight it's my turn
Eat my arm to get free from this mess
{breakdown with
half time} I ride the moped,
yeah the one nobody wants Take her home so my boy can
get the hot one Owe me one big time,
this shit ain't fair Coyote ugly,
chew my own arm off to escape
(owes me one)
{explosive drop}
Pay me back next time,
wingman for life
{decaying
riffs
and feedback}