Friday Night Killed Saturday Fun

It was Friday, somewhere in September

what a nightmare, I can still remember

Yeah we down to the club to see the punkrockshow

And when we got there, there was nothing else to do

But just start drinking, cause the bands were pretty bad

Just stop the thinking, have another beer let's go

This is the story of a good time going bad

The next day I woke up with steamtrains in my head

Friday night killed Saturday fun

Friday night killed Saturday fun

As far as I'm concerned it had only just begun

But Friday night killed Saturday fun

You should've seen us, sitting there the morning after

In the backseat, of the van, what a disaster

We were heading to the south to play a punkrockshow

Let me rephrase that,

we were heading south to play some stupid party

For a bunch of trendy kids that looked retarded they didn't like us much

This is the story of a bad time going worse

I think we're losing him, somebody call a nurse

Friday night killed Saturday fun

Friday night killed Saturday fun

As far as I'm concerned it had only just begun

But Friday night killed Saturday fun

Yeah, we all swore we'd never drink again

We all gave up smoking that day

We all agreed we needed change and harmony in life

No one deserves to live this way

No one deserves to live this way

Friday night killed Saturday fun

Friday night killed Saturday fun

As far as I'm concerned it had only just begun

But Friday night killed Saturday fun