Call It A Party is a high-energy country song about the plans falling apart in all the right ways—no scorecard, no fish, and no rush to get home. The golf-and-lake settings give it strong visual appeal, while the chorus feels made for a crowd to sing back. Strong fit for an artist looking for a fun, live-ready weekend track.
Verse
Six A.M., boys, right on time
Eighteen holes, we had in mind
By hole four, forgot the score
Drivers down, we poured one more
Pre-Chorus
Hit the turn, called it a day
Lost the scorecard anyway
Chorus
Call it a golf trip, call it a getaway
Call it whatever got us here today
Cans in the cart, suns going down
At the clubhouse for one more round
Need to head home, already tardy
At this point — just call it a party
Verse
Friday noon, we hit the lake
Cooler packed with rods and bait
Didnt get far, never wet a line
Cracked one open, killed some time
Pre-Chours
Sun went down, deep into night
No fish, still got it right
Chorus
Call it fishin’, call it a getaway
Call it whatever got us here today
Cans on the dock, moon in the sky
Nobody’s ready to call it goodbye
Need to head home, already tardy
At this point — just call it a party
Bridge
Won’t remember what we shot
Won’t remember what we caught
We’ll remember who showed up
And what was in our cup
Chorus
Book the next trip, call it a getaway
Pick another place, another day
Same old crew, one thing’s true
We know exactly what we’ll do
Home on time, already tardy
At this point — just call it a party
