It's friday night, you can't wait to get home And get yourself outta your smart work suit Put on a 'Ben Sherman' and your Levi jeans Your quarter inch braces and 18 hole boots
Cos your a weekend warrior Daddy makes you work 9' to 5' Yeah, a weekend warrior If your mother find out, she'll skin you alive
So it's down to the pub with the lads from the office Drunk on 3 pints, and now you're gonna pull a bird Got yourself one, looks like your on a promise So it's off to a club with the rest of the herd
The boots mummy got yer, are polished up so bright Your tight jeans rolled up high still looking brand new I hope for your sake you don't start a fight Cos I really don't think you've got a fuckin' clue
Now Monday's here again, it's back to work But you're feeling pretty dumb, yeah a bit of a fool Cos the bird you shagged has given you the dose And she goes to your little brothers school