After eight long hours of working in the factory
|
His legs was tired as he walked out through the door.
|
His hands was dirty and his head was aching,
|
He said: "It's like a sickness but I think I know a cure"
|
|
It's Friday night, the time is right,
|
My mind is set I'm going out tonight.
|
I'm gonna dance 'till I can't dance no more,
|
Swinging my feet out on the floor.
|
|
This is all music for the working class radio,
|
This will all make you dance, dance, dance tonight.
|
Make you dance tonight.
|
|
After spending fiftteen hours in our tour buss,
|
After we've been sleeping on some madras on the floor.
|
After we've been playing in front of a crowd of twenty morons,
|
It's nice to know that life can offer something more.
|
|
It's Friday night, the time is right,
|
My mind is set im going out tonight.
|
I'm gonna dance 'till I can't dance no more,
|
Swinging my feet out on the floor.
|
|
This is all music for the working class radio,
|
This will all make you dance, dance, dance tonight.
|
|
Dance tonight.
|
|
It's Friday night, the time is right,
|
My mind is set I'm going out tonight.
|
I'm gonna dance 'till I can't dance no more,
|
Swinging my feet out on the floor.
|
|
This is all music for the working class radio,
|
This will all make you dance, dance, dance tonight.
|
This is all music for the working class radio,
|
This will all make you dance tonight.
|
Dance, dance.
|
|
-----------------
|
Working Class Radio
|
| Randy |
