\nFRIDAY NIGHT, SATURDAY MORNING<\/p>\n
Out of bed at eight am
\nOut my head by half past ten
\nOut with mates and dates and friends
\nThat’s what I do at weekends
\nI can’t talk and I can’t walk
\nBut I know where I’m going to go
\nI’m going watch my money go
\nAt the Locarno, no<\/p>\n
When my feet go through the door
\nI know what my right arm is for
\nBuy a drink and pull a chair
\nUp to the edge of the dance floor
\nBouncers bouncing through the night
\nTrying to stop or start a fight
\nI sit and watch the flashing lights
\nMoving legs in footless tights<\/p>\n
I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
\nI go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning<\/p>\n
I like to venture into town
\nI like to get a few drinks down
\nThe floor gets packed the bar gets full
\nI don’t like life when things get dull
\nThe hen party have saved the night
\nAnd freed themselves from drunken stags
\nHaving fun and dancing in
\nA circle round their leather bags<\/p>\n
I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
\nI go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning<\/p>\n
But two o’clock has come again
\nIt’s time to leave this paradise
\nHope the chip shop isn’t closed
\nCos’ their pies are really nice
\nI’ll eat in the taxi queue
\nStanding in someone else’s spew
\nWish I had lipstick on my shirt
\nInstead of piss stains on my shoes<\/p>\n
I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
\nI go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
\nI go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
\nI go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning<\/p>\n
\u00a9 Terry Hall\/The Specials<\/p>\n