
FridayNight//SaturdayMorning Lyrics
- Genre:Alternative
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
It's a night on the town
Somethings going to go down
I think I'm gonna get some more in
And lads will act like cocks
For tarts in frocks
But they all look like hell in the morning
Her in back
She was talking some smack
About wanting to take a me back home
Said I'm not here for the thrills
I'm just here for the pills
And she still put her name in my phone
Ye your courage gets Dutch
When your drank too much
And you fucked nearly all of your friends
I think I need a kebab
So I'm calling a cab
We got to head right back to my ends
Another Friday night and I'm out my tree
Wake up on Saturday how did bruise my knee
Videos of people shagging on the balcony
I can barely make it out so I hope it ain't me
Recover on a Sunday and recall the events
Monday rolls around and you've lost all your friends
By Thursday night we'll be planning it again
After night on the town
Something bigger goes down
And everybody just standing around
Blokes with gel in there hair
Smell of lynx and despair
We really stand out from the crowd
Susie's working at 8
So we cant be out late
Its her second shift in the greasy spoon
And I cant record a hit
When my head feels like shit
So ill have to be getting off soon
Romance is dead
Someone's getting head
Right there at the back of the stage
Call up a cab double time
Cause my ex just arrived
And we'll prolly have a toxic exchange
Another Friday night and I'm out my tree
Wake up on Saturday how did bruise my knee
Videos of people shagging on the balcony
I can barely make it out so I hope it ain't me
Recover on a Sunday and recall the events
Monday rolls around and you've lost all ur friends
By Thursday night we'll be planning it again
Another Friday night and I'm out my tree
Wake up on Saturday how did bruise my knee
Videos of people shagging on the balcony
I can barely make it out so I hope it ain't me
Recover on a Sunday and recall the events
Monday rolls around and you've lost all ur friends
By Thursday night we'll be planning it again