Some of us are sick and tired of our small town
And some of us wish the PTA would calm down
And all of us need more than a wind down and a clock out
I know I could use an alter-ego, ego boost right now
What do you say, let's get away, have us a holiday?
All the champagne, none of the shame
We can blame it on our
Fake names, I'm Hurricane Hayley
She's from Alabama and she's batshit crazy
Mary Jane, she's a pilot in the Navy
And blacked out Brittney might puke on your Luccheses
The hell that we're raisin', hearts that we're breakin'
Hey, it ain't a real mistake 'cause we can blame it on our
Fake names
Fake names
Pedialyte, poppin' bottles in the mornin'
Elvira went home with the doorman
And where am I, why is this guy callin' me Rhoda?
And how the hell did we end up in North Dakota?
Oh, um
Fake names, I'm Hurricane Hayley
She's from Alabama and she's batshit crazy
Mary Jane, she's a pilot in the Navy
And blacked out Brittney might puke on your Luccheses
The hell that we're raisin', hearts that we're breakin'
Hey, it ain't a real mistake 'cause we can blame it on our
Fake names
Fake names
Hey, Tawanda, don't you got a brain surgery or something you gotta go to?
I think you're late
Ta-what? Oh
We can blame it on our
Fake names, I'm Hurricane Hayley
She's from Alabama and she's batshit crazy
Mary Jane, she's a pilot in the Navy
And blacked out Brittney might puke on your Luccheses
The hell that we're raisin', hearts that we're breakin'
Hey, it ain't a real mistake 'cause we can blame it on our
Fake names
Fake names
Writer(s): Alysa Vanderheym, Audra Mae Butts, Priscilla Block, Summer Ashtyn Overstreet
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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