Lyrics

Well, I was drinkin' cold ones ‘bout a quarter to nine,
When CRC highway lit up like a sign,
Samal shoutin', “Boy, you better be quick!”
So I grabbed my boots and finished my drink.
NASAMS screamin’, fire on the way,
Patriot unit’s got hell to pay,
Clear to engage? Well, ain't that sweet —
I’ll light ‘em up while I tap my feet.
Missiles flyin’, red-hot and mean,
Smokin' ‘em down like a barbecue scene.
Clear to engage? Well, that’s my cue —
Crack me a beer, got more to do.
Missiles flyin’, freedom’s roar,
Blowin’ up threats while I drink one more.
Radar spinnin’, alarms goin’ wild,
I’m sittin' back laughin’ like a redneck child,
Hit that button, watch ‘em burn,
Hell yeah, baby, it’s their turn.
Command and control’s barkin' loud and fast,
But I’ll finish this beer ‘fore I move my ass,
Clear to engage? Just gimme a sec —
I'm halfway done with this whiskey neck.
Missiles flyin’, red-hot and mean,
Smokin' ‘em down like a barbecue scene.
Clear to engage? Well, that’s my cue —
Crack me a beer, got more to do.
Missiles flyin’, freedom’s roar,
Blowin’ up threats while I drink one more.
From radar screens to missile bays,
I’m kickin' ass in my own drunk way,
The sky lights up, the flames run high,
Guess who's winnin'? Damn right — it's I.
Missiles flyin’, red-hot and mean,
Smokin' ‘em down like a barbecue scene.
Clear to engage? Don’t have to ask twice —
I’ll rain down fire and drink on ice.
Missiles flyin’, freedom’s roar,
Shootin’ down threats while I drink one more.
Smoke rolls heavy, the night turns black,
But those bastards sure ain’t comin' back.
Missiles, beer, and victory won —
Now pass me a cold one — I’m fuckin’ done.