Friday Night, Saturday Morning
Out of bed, it's 8:00am
Out my head, at half past 10
Out with mates and dates and friends
That's what I do at weekends
I can't talk and I can't walk
But I know where I'm going to dance
I'm going to watch my money go
And the look I know, know
As my feet go through the door
I know what my right time is for
Buy a drink and pull a chair
Up to the edge if the dance floor
Bouncers bouncing through the night
Trying to start or stop a fight
I sit and watch the flashing lights
Moving left and footless tides
I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning (x2)
I like to venture in to to town
I like to get a few drinks then
The floor gets packed the bar gets full
I don't like life when things get dull
The hen party to save the night
Free themselves from drunken stacks
Having fun and dancing in
Circle 'round the leather bags
I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning (x2)
But 2 O Clock has come again
It's time to leave this paradise
But the chip shop isn't closed
'Cause their pies are really nice
I get in the taxi cue
Sitting in someone else's spew
With lipstick on my shirt
Instead of piss stains on my shoes
I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
compositores: TERRY HALL
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