I was tired of my lady, we been together too long. Like a worn out remix of my favorite song. And while she lay there sleeping, I got on the internet. And in the personal column, there was this letter I read. If you like red bull and vodka, and gettin' down in the rain. If you're not into punk rock, if you have half a brain. If you like hittin' it at midnight, and make the whole room shake, Well I'm the love that you look for, so ride with me and escape. I didn't think about my lady, I know that sounds kind of mean. I wasn't tryin' to be shady, but there's a lot honeys out there that I'm tryin' to see. I went to the website, took out a personal add. And it described the lady I'd been wantin' so bad. Cause I like red bull and vodka, and gettin down in the rain. Don't like livin' in LA, but Myrtle Beach is OK. We gotta hook hook up at midnight, so I can see what you shake, At a bar called Tipsy's where we'll plan our escape. So I kicked it with high hopes as she walked in the place. Damn her body was bangin', I knew the curves of her face. It was my same old girlfriend, and she said oh, damn it's you. Then we laughed cause we were busted, and I said I never knew That you like red bull and vodka, and gettin' down in the rain. You like the sound of my guitar, and the bump of the bass. I wanna hit it after midnight, I wanna see it on your face. You're my girl and you know it, so ride with me and escape.