Hurrah, the evening...
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It's about quarter to five
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I clean up my desk
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And I don't want to hear no jive
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My boss just asked me
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"How 'bout working' late?"
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I told him: "It's Friday...
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You know I've got a date."
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Six o'clock, and I'm almost through...
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I took a shower, shaved...
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And put on my blue suede shoes
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Picked up my lady,
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And headed down the street
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"Before we go to the disco, baby...
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How 'bout something' to eat?"
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This is what I did...
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Jumped in the disco
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Everything starts coming alive...
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My baby, swinging'...
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She's doing the funky jive...
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Everybody dancing
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Out there on the floor
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The DJ asked the mania:
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"You want to hear some more, yeah?"
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You know it's weekend, baby
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You got to have some fun
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Yeah, yeah - You know it's weekend, baby
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'Til Monday morning comes...
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Hey, hey, hey
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Nothing's going to stop us, baby
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We're having our fun tonight...
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When we boogie on down to the disco light
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The rhythm beat is going to make it all right
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You can hear my heart when it falls apart
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From the way you move your lips
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Jump up, babyface, and dance some more
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Let me see you shake those hips
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Everybody now...
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(I'm going to do it to my baby tonight!)
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The weekend's through
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It's Monday morning at eight
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I can't go to bed
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Because I can't be at work too late
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Sitting in the office
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With a dropping head
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Can't wait 'til Friday
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'Til the weekend again!
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You know it's weekend, baby
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You got to have some fun
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Yeah, yeah - You know it's weekend, baby
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'Til Monday morning comes...
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Weekend
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Terence Trent D'arby |