Songwriters: Beavers, Brett; Beavers, Jim; Warren, Brad; Warren, Brett

Now, red solo cup is the best receptical

For barbecues, tailgates, fairs, and festivals
And you, sir, do not have a pair of testicals
If you prefer drinkin' from glass


Hey, red solo cup is cheap and disposable
And in fourteen years, they are decomposable

And unlike my home, they are not foreclosable
Freddy, man, can kiss my $$#


Whoo!

Red solo cup

I fill you up
Let's have a party
Let's have a party


I love you, red solo cup
I lift you up

Proceed to party
Proceed to party


Now, I really love how you're easy to stack
But I really hate how you're easy to crack
'Cause when beer runs down in front of my pack

Well, that, my friends, is quite yucky

But I have to admit that the ladies get smitten

Admirin' at how sharply my first name is written
On you with a Sharpie when I get to hittin'
When I get to hittin' on them to help me get lucky


Red solo cup
I fill you up

Let's have a party
Let's have a party


I love you, red solo cup
I lift you up
Proceed to party

Proceed to party

Now, I've seen you in blue and I've seen you in yellow

But only you, red, will do for this fellow
'Cause you are the Abbot to my Costello
And you are the Fruit to my Loom


Red solo cup, you're more than just plastic
You're more than amazing, you're more than fantastic

And believe me that I am not the least bit sarcastic
When I look at you and say


Red solo cup, you're not just a cup
(No! No! No! God, no! )
You're my-you're my (Friend?) friend

(Friend x3; Life-long)
Thank you for being my friend


Red solo cup
I fill you up
Let's have a party

Let's have a party

I love you, red solo cup

I lift you up
Proceed to party
Proceed to party