Every night is Friday night,
Without you.
Every night is Friday night,
Without you.
When I was young,
I was dumb as a rock.
I could not, read a clock.
And nothin' didn't mean nothin' to me.
Now I'm no saint,
But I ain't such a freak.
On the days of the week,
I work hard, hard.
Every night is Friday night,
Without you.
Every night is Friday night,
Without you.
Kids, clap your hands,
If you can be real.
Got to say what you feel.
If you feel anything, anything, anything, anything.
Every night,
Is Friday night without you.
Every night,
Is Friday night without you.
Every night,
Is Friday night without you.
Every night,
Is Friday night without you.
You, you, you
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