It's Pierre's day off

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