Late weekend night and I'm at the Bojar Grill   I got decisions to be made between lager and ale   When through the kitchen door come the dancing girl   Then everything on the menu mattered      Oh, the thoughts in my head, oh if she knew   I hope she'll nod at this drunken bar slob   'Cause I'm ready, willing and able   Yes, I'm ready, willing and able      Over to the jukebox, I staggered   For a love song to scatter my body before her   Didn't have change and I lost my damn brains   So I started humming in-a-godda-da-vida      I'll pay the bar tab and even the cab   Off to the hotel we'll wallow