torn apart She can't deny it, can't get by it It's so, so bad So give it up, I guess it's overdue I'm over you Give it up, even in your dreams I bet
's doing alright He can play honky tonk just like anything Saving it up for Friday night With the Sultans with the Sultans of Swing Amd a crowd of young boys
me or my boys tore it up before So I'm hoping you different Let you push the 6 And give you a different life and Baby if it's right jump on it in the
Wall)] Guess it's just a hood thing, woodgrain, grippin on the Friday* My chain lookin like the sun Swag turned way up, maybe 'cause I'm draped up, stay
please keep flossin' You can take me home, but, uh, no tossin' It ain't often that a girl get a night on the town That's why I love it when you ball'
yeah) Hey, hey, whatcha say (Whatcha say, whatcha say) Everybody here, everybody there Throw your hands in the air (Throw your hands up, throw your hands up) Keep it tight, all night
girls walking lookin' so hot, and the little boys' souls grow weak when the girls give them a double shot. School boy pops pull out the stops on a Friday night
girls walking lookin' so hot, And the little boys' souls grow weak When the girls give them a double shot. School boy pops pull out the stops on a friday night
it's just a hood thing, woodgrain, grippin on the Friday* My chain lookin like the sun Swag turned way up, maybe 'cause I'm draped up, stay plush I don
hot All the little girls' souls grow weak when the man-child gives them a double shot The schoolboy pops pull out all the stops on a Friday night
hard rock, yep, always lookin hooked up with tha Clay always cookin, on late night cookin ki's in the kitchen, give me nine ounces let me get up on a
's doing alright He can play honky tonk just like anything Saving it up for Friday night With the Sultans with the Sultans of Swing And a crowd of young boys
[A Friday night in April 1975.] [Backstage at an after-hours club in Saigon.] [Vietnamese bar-girls are getting into costumes.] [GIRLS] One of us will
back home And realize, she ain't giving up nothing (it's time to go) [Magic] Now I see you making moves, go 'head and pop it And drop it, you got me
4) At about 5 o'clock on Friday afternoon, them country boys head down to the local saloon, you welcome to stop in and have a cold bottle, big city boys and stuck up
