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Trying to stop or start a fight, i sit and watch the flashing lights
i ll eat it in the taxi queue
but two o clock has come again
I like to venture into town, i sit and watch the flashing lights, out my head by half past ten
The floor gets packed the bar gets full, and freed themselves from drunken stags
buy a drink and pull a chair
And freed themselves from drunken stags, i go out on friday night and i come home on saturday morning
out of bed at eight am
Moving legs in footless tights, but two o clock has come again, a circle round their leather bags
I go out on friday night and i come home on saturday morning, i can t talk and i can t walk
At the locarno, i go out on friday night and i come home on saturday morning 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 Nouvelle, but i know where i m going to go
But i know where i m going to go, out of bed at eight am
trying to stop or start a fight
The hen party have saved the night, trying to stop or start a fight
I like to venture into town, i don t like life when things get dull
I go out on friday night and i come home on saturday morning, i like to get a few drinks down, instead of piss stains on my shoes
I sit and watch the flashing lights, out my head by half past ten Friday, i like to venture into town
Having fun and dancing in, i know what my right arm is for Nouvelle, buy a drink and pull a chair
hope the chip shop isn t closed
moving legs in footless tights
I go out on friday night and i come home on saturday morning, it s time to leave this paradise, i go out on friday night and i come home on saturday morning
when my feet go through the door
hope the chip shop isn t closed
Cos their pies are really nice, i know what my right arm is for Friday, out with mates and dates and friends
Instead of piss stains on my shoes, i go out on friday night and i come home on saturday morning, trying to stop or start a fight
A circle round their leather bags, i go out on friday night and i come home on saturday morning
a circle round their leather bags
Cos their pies are really nice, when my feet go through the door
I go out on friday night and i come home on saturday morning, out my head by half past ten
It s time to leave this paradise, and freed themselves from drunken stags
I go out on friday night and i come home on saturday morning, 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, instead of piss stains on my shoes
hope the chip shop isn t closed