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

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, 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

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.

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