(feat. Daniella DĄŻAmbrosio)
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(The Specials)
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Out of bed at eight AM
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Out my head by half past ten
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Out with mates and dates and friends
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That's what I do at weekends
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I can't talk and I can't walk
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But I know where I'm going to go
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I'm going watch my money go
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At the Locarno
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When my feet go through the door
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I know what my right arm is for
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Buy a drink and pull a chair
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Up to the edge of the dance floor
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Bouncers bouncing through the night
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Trying to stop or start a fight
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I sit and watch the flashing lights
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Moving legs in footless tights
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I go out on Friday night
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And I come home on Saturday morning
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I go out on Friday night
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And I come home on Saturday morning
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I love to venture into town
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I love to get a few drinks down
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The floor gets packed the bar gets full
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I don't like life when things get dull
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The hen party have saved the night
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And freed themselves from drunken stags
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Having fun and dancing
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In a circle round their leather bags
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I go out on Friday night
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And I come home on Saturday morning
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I go out on Friday night
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And I come home on Saturday morning
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But two o'clock has come again
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It's time to leave this paradise
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Hope the chip shop isn't closed
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Cos' their pies are really nice
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I'll eat in the taxi queue
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Standing in someone else's spew
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Wish I had lipstick on my shirt
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Instead of piss stains on my shoes
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I go out on Friday night
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And I come home on Saturday morning
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I go out on Friday night
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And I come home on Saturday morning
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I go out on Friday night
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And I come home on Saturday morning
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I go out on Friday night
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And I come home on Saturday morning
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Friday Night, Saturday Morning
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| Nouvelle Vague |
