Ме потсетува на премногу моменти, а обожавам да ја слушам во петок, сабота и недела ... It's Friday night and I'm alone The stars are out and I'm at home Feel like I’m coming out alive See the knuckles turning white (wahoo) It’s Friday night and no one’s home, home I'm in the city all alone, lone Feel like a carnival tonight Strap me up and take a ride, ride ... Saturday night I'm fucking stoned, stoned While all the suckers got the jones, jones I'm on the freeway, gonna blow, blow The red lights saying go, go Saturday night I'm fucking gone, gone And all my friends are saying don't, don't The world is flashing like a strobe, strobe Push the pedal sayin' woah, woah, woah ... (shit...) It’s Sunday morning, I'm with you How did I end up in this room? I’m in a bed that isn’t mine The walls are closin' in tight, tight It’s Sunday morning, I'm with you, you Your voice is like a sonic boom, boom ... And round and round she goes, goes And where she stops no one knows, knows ...
