Lyric Dirty Weekend

(Rod Stewart / Gary Grainger)

You book the hotel I ll pack the bags honey
You phone the airlines I ll call a cab
When will you return well that all depends
Just tell your mother that you re staying with friends
Cuz I know that you re my best friend s girl
But it s the weekend I don t give a hell

I ll bring the red wine you bring the ludes
Your mother s doctor must be quite a dude
We ll hang the Don t Disturb outside our door
I m gonna rock you till your pussy s sore

Oh my sweet Diana I can t wait for the manana
There s a hotel down in Mexico just made for two
But I don t think you trust me and I can t say I blame you
My reputation precedes me you ain t never gonna leave me

Soon as we get there I ll go check in
Mr and Mrs Smith of Abilene
You get naked honey I ll get down
I m gonna chase you around
and round and round and round
You say you can t stand monotony
I say what happened to fidelity
Dirty weekend made for two
Just me and you honey
I wanna love that can last for ages
not the trash you ve been giving to strangers

Don t want to make your two big brothers brothers annoyed
Do you think you ll get the polaroid?