Weekend Millionaire
I've been making moves on you since pre's
And bought you two or three
But this kids got a Ford ST
Is he trendier than me?
Crossed legs on the barstool
He tells you all about his grammar school
Oh but can't you see he's a fool
What's your definition of cool?
All alone strutting through town
Columbia in the background
The 3 o'clock boys are sharking me up and down
There's no company around
'Cause all your pals are with their partners now
Their only interest is a cuddle on the couch
Whatever happened to leaving the house
Or saying you don't wanna be tied down
Ooh-Aah it's getting late
Your hairs a mess, you're in a state
It's a beautiful world it seems
When you're stuck in a teenage dream
I said Ooh-Aah
But it's a curse to wake up in the modern world
Where life's fucked up and it's not fair
So live your life as a Weekend Millionaire
So I bought you a Pink Gin
And told you that you're way to good for him
But then entranced by the glimpse of a sideways glance
Fuelling meaningless romance
She said you know you ain't really my type
But something here feels right
And tonight we're gonna let drink to the talking
You can regret it all in the morning
Working five days on the bend
For two off at the end just don't feel right
So regret and overspend 'cause Monday's round the bend
And there just ain't time
So leave it out on the floor tonight
Ooh-Aah it's getting late
Your hairs a mess, you're in a state
It's a beautiful world it seems
When you're stuck in a teenage dream
I said Ooh-Aah
But it's a curse to wake up in this modern world
Where life's fucked up and it's not fair
So live your life as a Weekend Millionaire
A Weekend Millionaire
A Weekend Millionaire
A Weekend Millionaire
Am I a burden, am I a saint
I give my all but the world won't wait
I'm trying my best to escape my fate
But there's never a right time to play the ace
So call your plug and get out of hand
Or fall in love with a one night stand
If nothing you dreamed of is going as planned
And you're just tired of meeting all of life's demands
So sing it loud and sing it proud
If you're down and there's only one way out
If life's fucked up do not despair
Just live your life as a Weekend Millionaire
And bought you two or three
But this kids got a Ford ST
Is he trendier than me?
Crossed legs on the barstool
He tells you all about his grammar school
Oh but can't you see he's a fool
What's your definition of cool?
All alone strutting through town
Columbia in the background
The 3 o'clock boys are sharking me up and down
There's no company around
'Cause all your pals are with their partners now
Their only interest is a cuddle on the couch
Whatever happened to leaving the house
Or saying you don't wanna be tied down
Ooh-Aah it's getting late
Your hairs a mess, you're in a state
It's a beautiful world it seems
When you're stuck in a teenage dream
I said Ooh-Aah
But it's a curse to wake up in the modern world
Where life's fucked up and it's not fair
So live your life as a Weekend Millionaire
So I bought you a Pink Gin
And told you that you're way to good for him
But then entranced by the glimpse of a sideways glance
Fuelling meaningless romance
She said you know you ain't really my type
But something here feels right
And tonight we're gonna let drink to the talking
You can regret it all in the morning
Working five days on the bend
For two off at the end just don't feel right
So regret and overspend 'cause Monday's round the bend
And there just ain't time
So leave it out on the floor tonight
Ooh-Aah it's getting late
Your hairs a mess, you're in a state
It's a beautiful world it seems
When you're stuck in a teenage dream
I said Ooh-Aah
But it's a curse to wake up in this modern world
Where life's fucked up and it's not fair
So live your life as a Weekend Millionaire
A Weekend Millionaire
A Weekend Millionaire
A Weekend Millionaire
Am I a burden, am I a saint
I give my all but the world won't wait
I'm trying my best to escape my fate
But there's never a right time to play the ace
So call your plug and get out of hand
Or fall in love with a one night stand
If nothing you dreamed of is going as planned
And you're just tired of meeting all of life's demands
So sing it loud and sing it proud
If you're down and there's only one way out
If life's fucked up do not despair
Just live your life as a Weekend Millionaire
Credits
Writer(s): Jonny Fyffe, Liam Deakin, Niall Fennell, Pearce Macca
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