It’s Pierre’s day off It’s Pierre’s day off And no one can tell him what to do It’s Pierre’s day off Pierre’s day off And Pierre does whatever he wants to
Slipping in, sliding in the icy snow Hanging with his friends in the hot tub, yo Sampling all kinds of tasty wine Hanging in a club with a girl so fine
Cause it’s Pierre’s day off It’s Pierre’s day off And no one can tell him what to do Pierre’s day off Well it’s Pierre’s day off And Pierre does whatever he wants to He does whatever he wants to Whatever he wants to Whatever he wants to Whatever he wants to Cause it’s Pierre-erre-erre’s day off
Chuck: Dude, what the fuck are you doing? Pierre: It’s Pierre’s day off, continues singing It’s Pierre’s day off, it’s Pierre’s day off Chuck: Dude, whatever, seriously Chuck pffts and walks off