The audience couldn’t help but grin and groove along with the Foo Fighters as they performed Friday night. Even with an arena full of dancing, drunken, screaming fans it was clear that nobody was having as good of a time as the performers themselves: Dave Grohl was pulling pranks and cracking jokes and drummer Taylor Hawkins could not keep from beaming through his workout-tape worthy drum sets.

With rainbows of confetti coating the floor of the Oakland Arena, a pulsing performance complete with male strippers and a florescent “W” stilling burning the eyes of the chanting crowd, it would have been easy to believe that the show was over when the illustrious members of Weezer took their bow.

But Dave Grohl wasn’t about to have his show stolen.

As he bounded on stage to let the crowd in on the joke — he had paid for the strippers — it was clear that no matter how well matched the two bands were or how great Weezer’s performance was, the night belonged to the Foo Fighters.

The Foo Fighters carried this momentum and exultant attitude through a majority of their hits, including “Born to Fly,” “My Hero,” “All My Life,” their latest, “Best of You” and “Nothing to Lose,” while also digging 10 years into the past with “This is a Call.” Even the band’s single, “The One,” from the largely forgotten “Orange County” soundtrack, ripped with the adrenaline of Queen’s “Tie Your Mother Down” behind Grohl’s insistent screaming and Hawkins pulse-driven drumming.

Drawing from their new release, their set list included “In Your Honor,” an anthem inspired by Grohl’s run on the campaign trail with John Kerry and featuring the primal aggression that characterizes the first disc of their latest release. The Taylor Hawkins led “Cold Day in the Sun” was the closest they got to the slow, intricate songs that compose the second, acoustic disc of their latest album.

In between sets of chart-topping songs, Grohl entertained the audience in his usual fine form.

“You’re not gonna see any nipple piercings here,” said Grohl, pausing to belch dramatically. “This is a (expletive) rock band.” Then, in language too colorful to print, he explained the wonders of male anatomy, for those who may have by chance missed the six men stripping behind Weezer as they finished their set.

The overwhelming appeal of the Foo Fighters-Weezer double billing was evidence as both played to a packed arena. This pairing of ‘90s darlings brought out pretty much every type of music fan.

There were the 40something, Gen-Xers who, summoning their inner grunge child, knew the songs word for word. There were the frat boys with “Anchorman” quotes on their t-shirts and high schoolers loving the chance to allow their love for ‘90s rock to flourish. There was the sweater-set-and-glasses-bedecked who waved their “W”-forming hands above their hands for the duration of Weezer’s set. And in the middle of it all, the shirtless, mosh pit loving males were incessantly throwing themselves at each other.

Regardless of whether one was wearing a wedding ring or a nose ring, no one in the audience was about to let the Foo Fighters leave the stage of their last concert of the tour without an encore. After chanting and clapping, Grohl and his cohorts returned, Coors in hand, for a final round of hand-muted guitar and drum builds, perfectly executed and propulsive

Be it the music or raunchy jokes, the whole arena was grinning along with Hawkins.