Friday Night Saturday Morning

Out of bed at eight AM Out my head by half past ten 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 go I'm going watch my money go At the Locarno 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 starts 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 don't like life when things get dull The hen praty 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 o'clock has come again It's time to leave this paradise Hope the chip shop isn't closed Cos' their pies are really nice I'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 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