D Out of bed at eight AM F#m Out my head by half past ten D Out with mates and dates and friends F#m That’s what I do at weekends G I can’t talk and I can’t walk D But I know where I’m going to go G I’m going watch my money go E7 At the Locarno D When my feet go through the door F#m I know what my right arm is for D Buy a drink and pull a chair F#m Up to the edge of the dance floor G Bouncers bouncing through the night D Trying to stop or start a fight G I sit and watch the flashing lights E7 Moving legs in footless tights Chorus: F# Bbm I go out on Friday night E Ebm And I come home on Saturday morning F# Bbm I go out on Friday night E Ebm And I come home on Saturday morning D I like to venture into town F#m I like to get a few drinks down D The floor gets packed the bar gets full F#m I don’t like life when things get dull G The hen party have saved the night D And freed themselves from drunken stags G Having fun and dancing E7 In a circle round their leather bags Chorus: F# Bbm I go out on Friday night E Ebm And I come home on Saturday morning F# Bbm I go out on Friday night E Ebm And I come home on Saturday morning D But two o’clock has come again F#m It’s time to leave this paradise D Hope the chip shop isn’t closed F#m Cos’ their pies are really nice G I’ll eat in the taxi queue D Standing in someone else’s spew G Wish I had lipstick on my shirt E7 Instead of piss stains on my shoes Chorus: F# Bbm I go out on Friday night E Ebm And I come home on Saturday morning F# Bbm I go out on Friday night E Ebm And I come home on Saturday morning F# Bbm I go out on Friday night E Ebm And I come home on Saturday morning F# Bbm I go out on Friday night E Ebm And I come home on Saturday morning
