A jukebox, an ashtray, an extra twenty dollar bill
it was a random Tuesday, an accidental happy hour deal
i blame it on the full moon

chorus:
Mary didn’t mean to jump on the table belly dancin’ to the cotton eyed joe
robin didn’t know after one shot of whiskey she’s the queen of the dirty joke
Sarah kissed the waiter everytime he walked by so he gave us a couple of rounds
it was a good night for good girls to go bad
that’s all i better say about that
Cowboy hats and cuervo, body shots all around
sweet talkin’ mamas boys, caught ‘em on their last night in town
blame it on the rodeo
Repeat chorus
That’s one night that won’t get repeated
four best friends who know how to keep a secret
it was a good night for good girls to go bad
Mary didn’t mean to flash the bartender while she did a little dosido
robin didn’t know that whiskey’d make a woman willin and good to go
Sarah went missin’ we found her in the kitchen by herself with a bottle of wine
it was a good night for good girls to go bad
Mary didn’t mean to flash the cab driver
robin tried to auction off her wet t shirt
Sarah stripped down to her mascara
i didn’t do nothin’
that’s all i better say about that