If I had a perfect day
I would have it start this way
Open up the fridge and have a tall boy
Yeah

Then I'd meet up with my friends
Head out to the game again
We don't even really care who wins (hey) wins (hey) 1, 2, 3

[Chorus]
Now excitement seems to grow
When we're hangin' with the bro's
When we're chillin' and we pound
A case of stroh's
Now the game is cool to see
You can high five on TV
Count the riot on the 1, 2, 3
Operation is in sight
And the field is open wide
When you break it then you know you're still alive
If the cops don't make you pay
And you make your getaway
Then you know
That's one fine day

On that day before we're through
We could torch a car or two
Then have ourselves another tall boy
Yeah

Water hoses and batons
That's the real game that's on
I don't really give a shit who wins (hey) wins (hey) 1, 2, 3

[Chorus]

I believe it's my God-given right
To destroy everything in my sight
'cause it never gets dull
It never gets old (whoa-oh)
The only thing it gets is more bold (whoa-oh-oh)
Drinkin', fightin', going to the game (whoa-oh)
In our world it's a way to stay sane (whoa-oh-oh)
If you're asking me (whoa-oh-oh-oh)
To have it my way (whoa-oh)
I'd say that's one fine day

[Chorus]

Then you know that it's one fine day
(Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey)

Writer : GOFFIN, GERRY/KING, CAROLE
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group