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COut of bed at eight AM EmOut my head by half past ten COut with mates and dates and friends EmThat's what I do at weekends
FI can't talk and I can't walk CBut I know where I'm going to go FI'm going watch my money go D7At the Locarno
CWhen my feet go through the door EmI know what my right arm is for CBuy a drink and pull a chair EmUp to the edge of the dance floor
FBouncers bouncing through the night CTrying to stop or start a fight FI sit and watch the flashing lights D7Moving legs in footless tights
EI go out on FridaG#my night DAnd I come home on Saturday morniAng EI go out on FridayG#m night DAnd I come home on Saturday morniG#ng
CI like to venture into town EmI like to get a few drinks down CThe floor gets packed the bar gets full EmI don't like life when things get dull
FThe hen party have saved the night CAnd freed themselves from drunken stags FHaving fun and dancing in D7A circle round their leather bags
EI go out on FridaG#my night DAnd I come home on Saturday morniAng EI go out on FridayG#m night DAnd I come home on Saturday morniG#ng
CBut two o'clock has come again EmIt's time to leave this paradise CHope the chip shop isn't closed EmCos' their pies are really nice
FI'll eat in the taxi queue CStanding in someone else's spew FWish I had lipstick on my shirt D7Instead of piss stains on my shoes
EI go out on FridaG#my night DAnd I come home on Saturday morniAng EI go out on FridayG#m night DAnd I come home on Saturday morniG#ng
EI go out on FridaG#my night DAnd I come home on Saturday morniAng EI go out on FridayG#m night DAnd I come home on Saturday morniG#ng