Friday and you're frisky
Budgeting a fifty
Looking for the tunes and lager
Moving to the tempo
Hoping a crescendo
Raises up a huge non-starter
And the boys go blah, blah, blah
And the girls don't look too keen
Don't the dance floor look so sweet?
And the girls "ooh la la la"
'Cause the boys make drinks so cheap
So you watch them move and creep
Dead slow
Conversation lacking in a backbone
Too stoned
Standing in the corner on your Jack Jones
Waah, waah, waah, waah
Staring at your phone, yeah
Brinking on a coma
Thinking that the door's appealing
Waiting like a weirdo
Hopin' that a hero
Gives you something to believe in
And the boys go blah, blah, blah
And the girls don't look too keen
Don't the dance floor look so sweet?
And the girls "ooh la la la"
'Cause the boys made drinks so cheap
So you watch them move and creep
Dead slow
Conversation lacking in a backbone
Too stoned
Standing in the corner on your Jack Jones
Waah, waah, waah, waah
Waah, waah, waah, waah
Waah, waah, waah, waah...
And the boys go blah, blah, blah
And the girls don't look too keen
Don't the dance floor look so sweet?
And the girls "ooh la la la"
'Cause the boys made drinks so cheap
So you watch them move and creep
And the light's up at the bar
So you spill out to the street
Where you watch them fight and weep
And you look out from afar
As the pantomime repeats
The circus never sleeps!
Dead
Slow
Conversation lacking in a backbone
Too stoned
Standing in the corner on your Jack Jones
Waah, waah, waah, waah
Waah, waah, waah, waah
Waah, waah, waah, waah...