fu*kin friday nite
fu*kin saturday morning_
out of chair at nine PM
out my shit by half past ten
out with mates no dates and friends
that's what i do at weekends
we just talk and i just drive
but we know where we going to go
we're going watch our money go
at the jakarta
when my feet go through the door
i know what my right arm is for
get a drink and pull a chair
up to the edge of the dance floor
bouncers bouncing through the night
trying to stop or start a acquaintanceship
i sit and watch the flashing lights
moving legs in footless tights
i like to venture into town
i like to get a few drinks down
the floor gets packed the bar gets full
i don't like life when things get dull
the hen party have saved the night
and freed themselves from drunken stags
having fun and dancing
in a circle round their leather bags
but five o'clock has come again
it's time to leave this paradise
hope the chip shop isn't closed
cos' their meals are really nice
i eat in the tickle conversation
quasy next someone else's food
wish i had sac on my shirt
instead of piss stains on my shoes
i go out on friday night
and i come home on saturday morning
then i come comin' to my (x) girl room
in hopes will breakfast together
guess with full of suspicious
get a pair of boy's shoes in front of the door
modified from Friday Night Saturday Morning song by The Specials and that's the story_
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