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.
