Friday Night Killed Saturday Fun

It was Friday, somewhere in September
 what a nightmare, I can still remember
 Yeah we down to the club to see the punkrockshow
 And when we got there, there was nothing else to do
 But just start drinking, cause the bands were pretty bad
 Just stop the thinking, have another beer let's go
 This is the story of a good time going bad
 The next day I woke up with steamtrains in my head
 Friday night killed Saturday fun
 Friday night killed Saturday fun
 As far as I'm concerned it had only just begun
 But Friday night killed Saturday fun
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 You should've seen us, sitting there the morning after
 In the backseat, of the van, what a disaster
 We were heading to the south to play a punkrockshow
 Let me rephrase that,
 we were heading south to play some stupid party
 For a bunch of trendy kids that looked retarded they didn't like us much
 This is the story of a bad time going worse
 I think we're losing him, somebody call a nurse
 Friday night killed Saturday fun
 Friday night killed Saturday fun
 As far as I'm concerned it had only just begun
 But Friday night killed Saturday fun
 Yeah, we all swore we'd never drink again
 We all gave up smoking that day
 We all agreed we needed change and harmony in life
 No one deserves to live this way
 No one deserves to live this way
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 Friday night killed Saturday fun
 Friday night killed Saturday fun
 As far as I'm concerned it had only just begun
 But Friday night killed Saturday fun