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FRIDAY NIGHT

BRIGGS/HARRISON

NEXT TIME YOU'RE IN A CLUB CHATTING UP THE UNDERAGE STUNNER, STINKING OF BAD AFTERSHAVE AND STALE BEER, THINK OF THIS SONG, ITS FOR YOU…BRIGGA

LAST ORDERS CALLED AND HE'S ON HIS OWN

HE SEES A GIRL STANDING BY THE PHONE

HE GIVES A WINK, HE GIVES A SMILE

HE HOPES HE'S PULLED 'CAUSE IT'S BEEN A WHILE

HE'S NEVER SEEN HER IN THE NEIGHBOURHOOD

DOES HE GO OVER, HE THINKS HE SHOULD

THE LIGHTS ARE FLASHING AND THE MUSIC'S LOUD

HE MAKES HIS WAY THROUGH THE SWAYING CROWD

SAYS ALL THE THINGS YOU'D EXPECT HIM TO

THE THINGS YOU SAY WHEN YOU'VE HAD A FEW

DO YOU WANT A DRINK, DO YOU WANT A SMOKE

DID YOU COME HERE WITH A BLOKE

SHE ANSWERS YES BUT HE DOESN'T LISTEN

SHE LOOKS SO GOOD THROUGH HIS BLURRY VISION

HE ASKS HER IF SHE WANTS TO DANCE

HERE'S HIS OPPORTUNITY, HE TAKES HIS CHANCE

HE GRABS HER WAIST AND THEY DANCE SOME MORE

ONE SPLIT SECOND AND HE HITS THE FLOOR

WHAT YOU DOING WITH MY BIRD

WAS THE NEXT THING THAT HE HEARD

THE SMASH OF GLASS AND THE SEARING PAIN

HE STUMBLES ROUND AS THE PUNCHES RAIN

THE BOUNCERS BLAME HIM FOR THE FIGHT

DRAG HIM OUT INTO THE NIGHT

EVERY WEEK IT'S ALWAYS THE SAME

WOMEN ON HIS MIND AND BOOZE IN HIS BRAIN

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