Weekender - 12" version

I see you everyday, you walk the same way
Weekender
You go to work, Friday is payday
Weekender
Give it up, give your wife up
Weekender

Weekender, weekender
Go out, have a good time
Weekender, weekender
Go out have a good, good, good, good time

What you say weekender, we can work it out
Well work it all out
Dont you hate, hate what you are
I'll give it up, I'll give it to you, you
Come on weekender, well go out
We'll have a good, the best times

Weekender, weekender
Go out, have a good time
Weekender, weekender
Go out have a good, good, good, good time

Right weekender, how about we work it out
Weekender we could have such a good time
Show you, help you, a better way, a better day
A better way
A better life weekender
Right, weekender were going out
You wash, blow dry your hair
New shoes, new suit
Oh, I say you look so super
Weekender you're looking good

Weekender, weekender
Go out, have a good time
Weekender, weekender
Go out have a good, good, good, good time

Don't you hate, don't you hate what you are
Weekender
Don't you hate what you are I ask, I ask you
Weekender
Look around, don't you feel a clown
Weekender, fuck off
Fuck off and die I'm hating you
I hate you goodbye

I'm slipping, weekender, weekender
Slipping down down
Weekender, weekender
Go out have a good time the best time

Go away away away away sit back
Let it flow
Just like a little (Have a good time)
Have a good time, have a good good time

No work just party, party!

You got a new skirt, you got a new suit
Saved your life for a two day flirt boy
You pay the price 'cause Monday sure does hurt
Tell at work your weekend tale
Still need the pleasure of a daily sale
Mondays back what can you do?

Weekender, weekender
Go out, have a good time
Weekender, weekender
Go out have a good, good, good, good time
Been away, been away
You've seen a lot wow, wow

Weekender whatever you do, just make sure what
Ya doing makes you happy

I'll tell you what you can do with your high teeth and your job
You can take that mail and that franking machine and all that other
Rubbish I have to go about with and
You can stuff them right up your arse



Credits
Writer(s): Francis Anthony White, Georgette Stevie How
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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