Friday night, downtown T.O.
Walking down Queen Street to the Bull
We are young, and wild, and free
Got the world, palm of my hand, a real pitbull
Rumble at the Bull
Ain't it fun, young and cool
Rumble @ the Bull
Where we break all the rules
Yeah down at Soho & Queen
Yeah you know what I mean
Walking with Jimmy and Gord, Quinn ahead
We scream out "get us some pitchers!"
A group of guys start coming at us
Thought we were calling them bitches
Rumble at the Bull
Ain't it fun, young and cool
Rumble @ the Bull
Where we break all the rules
Yeah down at Soho & Queen
Yeah you know what I mean
Now we're inside yeah, toasting our win
Here they come again, no they never learn
Bottle-shaped holes on the tv sets
Jimmy gets it across the head and here we go again!
Rumble at the Bull
Ain't it fun, young and cool
Rumble @ the Bull
Where we break all the rules
Yeah down at Soho & Queen
Yeah you know what I mean