I don't want to spend this Friday night Like I had to spend last Friday night I don't want to spend this Friday night Dying by the record machine All
And I don't want to spend this Friday night, like I had to spend last Friday night; dying by the record machine. All day cigarettes, all day entertain
Friday night Like I had to spend last Friday night I don't want to spend this Friday night Dying by the record machine I don't want to spend this Friday
All night in this bar (Dear Lord) I don't wanna stand here All night in this bar (No shit!) I don't wanna stand here All night in this bar! By two
house wife whose slumped at the bar drinking wine, wine, wine they get kylie on wednesday the stones on a friday bow to the beatles on a saturday night
me to the coast , I miss them nights when I used to pipe & deep stroke & I even used to fucking ball like a free throw ; every Friday our bedroom was
of how he planted the bombs They threatened him with the treatment again so Billy signed a confession Thursday night became Friday night, the five men
Who's that running down the alley In the dark of Friday night As he zippers up his trousers In the inky slinky light Why, of course, it's good old Gary
