A cold beer is what we came in here for
One or two or maybe more
I guess we were gettin' just a little too loud
For this wine and cheese crowd
They stared like we were from outer space
Don't care, it's written all over our face
Now we're on a mission
We don't need permission
We're here to raise the bar, give the place some working class
Drink a toast and raise our glass
To the ones you know who go over the top
And then take it up a notch
We're wearing our names on the front of our shirt
Stained with a little blue collar dirt
These holes in the soles of our boots say who we are
Yeah, we're here to raise the bar
Now, at first, they didn't say too much
They really didn't know what to think of us
So we broke out in an old drinkin' song
Before you know it, they were singin' along
We're here to raise the bar, give the place some working class
Drink a toast and raise our glass
To the ones you know who go over the top
And then take it up a notch
We're wearing our names on the front of our shirt
Stained with a little blue collar dirt
These holes in the soles of our boots say who we are
Yeah, we're here to raise the bar
Pour another round of shots
Pour 'em 'til we're dancin' on the tabletops
Pour 'til they give last call
'Cause after all
We're here to raise the bar and give the place some working class
Drink a toast and raise our glass
To the ones you know who go over the top
And then take it up a notch
We're wearing our names on the front of our shirt
Stained with a little blue collar dirt
These holes in the soles of our boots say who we are
Yeah, you might think that we're takin' this a little too far
But we're here to raise the bar
(Yeah, we're here to raise the bar)
