Out of bed, at 8:00 am Out my head by 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 go I'm 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 and 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 in 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 has saved the night, free 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 2 O'Clock has come again, it's time to leave this paradise Hope the chip shop isn't closed 'cause their pies are really nice I eat it in the taxi queue, stood 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 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