Verse 1:
fridays at work hoping it ends
i got my mind on getting drunk with my friends
the weekend is here a cheer and joys
straight on the phone to call up all the boys
get a glass out, it starts now till i pass out
first in the pub usually the last out
we all happily drink till its are shout
sedated by booze and feelin class now
sours, sambucca, after shock
the hours go past, i still cant stop
which usually results in one of 2 spots
it means club ice or the music box
lager and shots jds with coke
a fall wallet that'll soon be broke
love it even tho i done it before
gotta be lovin the moves on the dance floor
chorus:
so clap ya hands, fill ya glass
move ya hips, darlin shake ya arse
wiggle ya bits give it all u got
cos the weekends is here theres no time to stop
x2
Verse 2:
slurred, blurred, cant pronounce words
they dont look this way but theres girls by the hurds
excuse me love im a stud lets dance
give the best dancer in this club a chance
oh ya boyfriends here.... sorry im gay
na im straight just cant get smaked in the face
so on that note have a good night god bless
cos in here clearly theres plenty more breasts
i here the bar call, drink i get a head fall
"can i help you mate?" a pitcher of vodka and redbull
more dancing and lookin like a tit
more toilet trips, to piss and be sick
feel a night come to and end grab ya friends
tomoro we're gonna do it again
probably the best night we ever had
anyway lets go get a doner kebab
chorus: (Till End)
