Lyric Friday Night, Saturday Morning (3:34)

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
Dance and prances 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