Friday night - Saturday morning

Out of bed at eight am

Out my head by half past ten

Out with mates and dates and friends

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

I'm going watch my money go

When my feet go through the door

I know what my right arm is for

Buy a drink and pull a chair

Up to the edge of the dance floor

Bouncers bouncing through the night

Trying to stop or start a fight

I sit and watch the flashing lights

Moving legs in footless tights

I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning

The Specials

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This town, is coming like a ghost town

Do you remember the good old days

Before the ghost town?

We danced and sang.

This town, is coming like a ghost town

Why must the youth fight against themselves?

Government leaving the youth on the shelf

This place, is coming like a ghost town

No job to be found in this country

Can't go on no more

The people getting angry

This town, is coming like a ghost town

The Specials