FRIDAY NIGHT THE SUN IS GOING DOWN
WE`RE GOING OUT TONIGHT
POCKETS FULL OF CASH AND CIGARETTES
BENEATH THE ORANGE SKY
HERE OUR TIME CAN BE OUR OWN
HERE A MAN CAN FEEL AT HOME
HERE OUR TIME CAN BE OUR OWN
HERE I MAKE SONGS ON MY OWN
IN MY CHAIR I LIGHT A CIGARETTE
SITTING BACK I LOOK ARROUND
I CAN FEEL A PRESENCE IN THE ROOM
FRIENDS OF MINE ALL AROUND
PASSING BY A GIRL SHE SMILES AT ME
I GRAB MY DRINK AND SHOOT IT DOWN
SAME AGAIN THE BARMAN LOOKS AT ME
IRISH WHISKEY ALL AROUND
FRIDAY NIGHT THE SUN IS GOING DOWN
WE`RE GOING OUT TONIGHT
POCKETS FULL OF CASH AND CIGARETTES
BENEATH THE ORANGE SKY
SATURDAY THE SUN IS COMING UP
MY LEGS MIGHT LET ME DOWN
FIND MY WAY ACROSS THE QUIET STREET
SAY GOOD NIGHT TO SLEEPY TOWN
TIME CAN BE OUR OWN
TIME CAN BE OUR OWN…
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