Weekends
New York, New York
Warhol, heroes
Walk, don't walk
And the pavements steam
Cruising the streets
With de Niro
It's like being in love
And it's making me scream
Fly down to Rio Mardi Gras
(Fly down to Rio Mardi Gras)
Hanging round with your favourite rebel star
Even Russia's really near
(Even Russia's really near)
So how come we always end up here
Weekends, week in, week out
Sometimes you think
In the long run
Everything will be fine
But quick as you blink
There's no long run
Just a slow, painful track
To the end of the line
Think of Paris in the spring
(Think of Paris in the spring)
Hear those Notre Dame bells ring
(Are they real are they real are they real)
Bring in early morning tea
Pretty good idea
So how come we always end up here
Weekends, week in, week out
Matching the wit of a banker
Scrimp and shave to be Victor Kiam
Or swan on a beach in Sri Lanka
Just like Duran Duran
So what about me, repetition
Reassures me and keeps me clear
Every weekend, week in, week out
How come we always end up here
What about me going nowhere
Weekends, week in, week out
What about me going nowhere
Weekends, week in, week out
What about me going nowhere
Weekends, week in, week out
What about me going nowhere
Weekends, week in, week out
Time's running out
Warhol, heroes
Walk, don't walk
And the pavements steam
Cruising the streets
With de Niro
It's like being in love
And it's making me scream
Fly down to Rio Mardi Gras
(Fly down to Rio Mardi Gras)
Hanging round with your favourite rebel star
Even Russia's really near
(Even Russia's really near)
So how come we always end up here
Weekends, week in, week out
Sometimes you think
In the long run
Everything will be fine
But quick as you blink
There's no long run
Just a slow, painful track
To the end of the line
Think of Paris in the spring
(Think of Paris in the spring)
Hear those Notre Dame bells ring
(Are they real are they real are they real)
Bring in early morning tea
Pretty good idea
So how come we always end up here
Weekends, week in, week out
Matching the wit of a banker
Scrimp and shave to be Victor Kiam
Or swan on a beach in Sri Lanka
Just like Duran Duran
So what about me, repetition
Reassures me and keeps me clear
Every weekend, week in, week out
How come we always end up here
What about me going nowhere
Weekends, week in, week out
What about me going nowhere
Weekends, week in, week out
What about me going nowhere
Weekends, week in, week out
What about me going nowhere
Weekends, week in, week out
Time's running out
Credits
Writer(s): Pete Wylie
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