Lost Weekend

Come on

Ha ha

Give it up (wahoo)

It's Friday night and I'm alone

The stars are out and I'm at home

Feel like I'm coming out alive

See the knuckles turning white (wahoo)

It's Friday night and none's home, home

I'm in the city all alone, lone

Fell like a carnival tonight

Strap me up and take a ride, ride

And round and round she goes

And where she stops, none knows

And round and round she goes

And where she stops none knows, knows

Feel it coming on now (9)

Feel it Coming on, Feel it Coming on

I got your money

Woohoo

I got your money

Woohoo

I treat you honey

Woohoo

I keep you up for days

I got your sugar

I'll be your hooker

I'll keep you up for days

Saturday night I'm fucking stoned, stoned

While other fuckers got their jobs, jobs

While on the freeway gonna blow, blow

The red lights saying go, go

Saturday night I'm fucking gone, gone

And all my friends are saying down, down

The world is flashing like a strobe, strobe

Push the pedal saying woah, woah, woah

(I'm hot)

I got your money

Hold on, hold on, hold on

I treat you honey

Hold on, hold on, hold on

I got your money

Hold on, hold on

Woohoo

I got your money

Woohoo

I treat you honey

Woohoo

I keep you up for days

I got your sugar

I'll be your hooker

I'll keep you up for days

Woohoo

I got your money

I treat you honey

I'll keep you up for day

I'll keep you up for days

Hold on

Hold on

Hold on

Coming down now

Wahoo

It's Sunday morning, I'm with you

How did I end up in this room

I'm in a bed that isn't mine

The walls are closing in tight, tight

It's Sunday morning, I'm with you, you

Your voice is like a sonic boom, boom

And round and round she goes, goes

And where she stops none knows, knows

And round and round she goes

And where she stops none knows

And round and round she goes

And where she stops none knows, knows