Strange things are happening on a Friday night Girls meet boys, and lots of hugging and kissing Under a golden moon that shines a silver light Oh, I would like to be one of them But I'm like a wandering ship, a wandering ship on this island With no-one to love me, with no-one to kiss me That's why I say, "Someone please take my hand, and let us go" I keep on thinking I wish it was me.