Well, Pat and Tim, they're rollin' into town,
With a country beat that gets the folks around.
They're the Reggatta Boiz, under the moonshine glow,
With a mason jar in hand, they steal the show.
We're singing, "Hey y'all, raise your glass high,
Dancin' under the stars in the clear night sky.
With Pat and Tim, we're feelin' fine,
Sippin' on that sweet ol' moonshine."
The guitars strum and the fiddles play,
Out on the farm where the wild ones stay.
Pat's got the rhythm, Tim's got the rhyme,
With the Reggatta Boiz, we're having a good time.
We're singing, "Hey y'all, raise your glass high,
Dancin' under the stars in the clear night sky.
With Pat and Tim, we're feelin' fine,
Sippin' on that sweet ol' moonshine."
The moonshine's flowing, the good times roll,
With every sip, we're letting go.
Friends all around, laughter in the air,
With Pat and Tim, there's magic everywhere.
We're singing, "Hey y'all, raise your glass high,
Dancin' under the stars in the clear night sky.
With Pat and Tim, we're feelin' fine,
Sippin' on that sweet ol' moonshine."
So let the night go on, let the music play,
With Pat and Tim, we'll dance till day.
Raise your jar, toast to good times,
Here's to the Reggatta Boiz and their moonshine rhymes.