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, 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 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 party have saved the night
And freed themselves from drunken stags
Having fun and dancing in
A circle round their leather bags

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


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Friday Night, Saturday Morning Lyrics as written by Terry Hall

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    General CommentThis song by singer Terry Hall deals with a familiar Specials subject: apathy.
    The singer clearly hates what he's doing: is bored out of his fucking mind with what he's doing, but, what else is there to do?
    Terry Hall's vocal is perfect for this and it's easy to conjure up a picture of him standing miserably in a taxi-queue with piss on his shoes.
    Boss Manon July 22, 2005   Link
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    General Comment(lol.) so true, boss man.
    tigersroamfreeon September 30, 2005   Link
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    General CommentChav anthem.

    A grim-faced view of the lumpenproletariat in the UK.
    BoHoon May 17, 2006   Link
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    General CommentGreat song that I feel sums up pretty much every working class person's weekend in Britain. Going out with the weeks wages and getting drunk.
    Deathsdoor99on July 05, 2006   Link

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