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
Thats what I do at weekends
I cant talk and I cant walk
But I know where Im going to go
Im going to watch my money go
At the Locarno, no
When my feet go through the door
I know what my right arm is for
Buy 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 fight
I sit and watch the flashing lights
Moving legs in footless tights
I go out on Friday night
And I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night
And I come home on Saturday morning
I like to venture into town
I like to get a few drinks down
The floor gets packed, the bar gets full
I dont 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
I go out on Friday night
And I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night
And I come home on Saturday morning
But two oclock has come again
Its time to leave this paradise
Hope the chip shop isnt closed
Cos their pies are really nice
Ill eat it in the taxi queue
Standing someone elses spew
Wish I had lipstick on my shirt
Instead of piss stains on my shoes
I go out on Friday night
And I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night
And I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night
And I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night
And I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night
And I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night
And I come home on Saturday morning