Letra de Friday Night Saturday Morning
Out of bed at eight A.M. Out my head by half past ten Out with mates and dates and friends That's what I do at weekendsI can't talk and I can't walk But I know where I'm going to go I'm gonna watch my money go At the LocarnoWhen my feet go through the door I know what my right arm is for Buy a drink and pull the chair Up to the edge of the dance floorBouncers bouncing through the night Trying to stop or start a fight I sit and watch the flashing lights Moving legs in footless tightsI go out on Friday night And I come home on Saturday morning I go out on Friday night And I come home on Saturday morningI love to venture into town I love to get a few drinks down The floor gets packed and the bar gets full I don't like life when things get dullThe hen party have saved the night And freed themselves from drunken stags Having fun and dancing In a circle round their leather bagsI go out on Friday night And I come home on Saturday morning I go out on Friday night And I come home on Saturday morningBut two o'clock has come again It's time to leave this paradise But the chip shop isn't closed 'Cause their pies are really niceI'll eat in the taxi queue Standing in someone else's spew Wish I had lipstick on my shirt Instead of piss stains on my shoesI go out on Friday night And I come home on Saturday morning I go out on Friday night And I come home on Saturday morningI go out on Friday night And I come home on Saturday morning I go out on Friday night And I come home on Saturday morningI go out on Friday night And I come home