"Friday Night, Saturday Morning (Live At Le Bataclan)" lyrics - THE SPECIALS

Out of bed at 8 AM
Out my head by half past 10
Out with mates and dates and friends
And that's what I do at weekends
I can't talk and I can't walk
But I know where I'm going to go
Gonna watch my money go
At the Locarno, no

When my feet go through the door
I know what my right arm is for
I'll buy a drink and pull a chair
Up to the edge of the dance floor
Bouncers bouncing through the night
They're trying to stop or start a fight
I sit and watch the flashing lights
The moving legs, footless tights

[Chorus:]
I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning

I like to venture into town
I like to get a few drinks down
I don't like life when things get dull
The floor is packed, the bar is full
The hen party have saved the night
And freed themselves from drunken stags
Having fun dancing in
Circles 'round their leather bags, and

[Chorus:]
I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning

But 2 o'clock has come again
Time to leave this paradise
I hope the chip shop isn't closed
Because their pies are really nice
I'll eat it in the taxi queue
Stand in someone else's spew
Wish I had lipstick on my shirt
Instead of piss stains on my shoes

[Chorus:]
I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning