The Specials - Friday night saturday morning
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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