Songtext

You know sometimes you miss the point where you’d better stop
But why stop when it’s getting great?
At least there is a chance that it might gets getting nicer
And when you get to this point it’s too late.

Friday night
Friday night
It’s not a big story but I’ll tell it again
It’s a Friday Friday night
It’s a Friday Friday night

Well i’m off to a party, trying to keep things down.
It’s always harping on the same old string
Salut here, salut there, to your health!
I won’t regret a single thing

Refrain

I gotta get out, gotta get out, straight out of here
I gotta get out, gotta get out, get outta here whoa oh oh oh oh

Got up quite late in the afternoon,
And I’m acting like the walking dead
With a head full drummers, and the sense of a dog
Oh somebody take me to bed - please!

Refrain

It’s not a sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday night
It’s a Friday, Friday night!