With a gunshot I escape from Friday The nights are shortest in the summer To the dismay of everyone And I'll put on the clothes I bought last Sunday Someone's playing downtown And the bachelors will all be there Where no one knows my name And if you wanna fight I'll be here every night And even motherfucking Williamsburg is lit up like The Bay of Pigs tonight So try me, hide me, buy me Another shot tonight Well, C. Marie you know you are the weekends But when I'm out with Steve and Ian Hoban Holding I am hoping for a Warm bar seat and a friendly Australian I'm nobody at work, but when there's a Guinness in my hand Don't you know I'm gonna fight? And I can see it in your eyes That you probably have a family and wife And in another life We could share a cab and you could spend the night It's what I'd expect from you I'd expect nothing less from you