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Much in the style of BritPop - this geezer pub rocker is a gritty slice of life in a gor blimey English alehouse - and the unforeseen consequences of social intercourse.
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Lyrics
Well it's Friday night down the pub,
I'll never get a seat.
Evening Joe, Hello Dave, who you here to meet?
Eyeing up the Doris's they're looking such a treat,
But I never get the bottle up to sweep them off their feet.
Then I see her through the window and my jaw drops to the floor,
I nearly spill my pint as she walks in through the door,
Now here comes her boyfriend, oh dear what a bore,
Another Friday night and I'm not gonna score...
Drinking on Sunday, and pilled up 'til Monday,
And Tuesday cuts me through just like a knife..
Good day on Thursday, bad day on Wednesday,
But Friday was the best day of my life.
So I'm standing by the fag machine and she is getting near,
"Hello mate, my name's Lianne", she whispers in my ear.
Three Bacardi Breezers and we'll soon be out of here
And her boyfriend's got the right hump - Oh dear!
Now we're married three kids later and I'm looking for a job,
She gives me loads of verbal if I'm ever up the pub,
And my wasitline's getting bigger, I'm looking like a chub,
Dreaming of the days of skunk and listening to dub..
Drinking on Sunday, and pilled up 'til Monday,
And Tuesday cuts me through just like a knife..
Good day on Thursday, bad day on Wednesday,
But Friday was the best day of my life.
I'll never get a seat.
Evening Joe, Hello Dave, who you here to meet?
Eyeing up the Doris's they're looking such a treat,
But I never get the bottle up to sweep them off their feet.
Then I see her through the window and my jaw drops to the floor,
I nearly spill my pint as she walks in through the door,
Now here comes her boyfriend, oh dear what a bore,
Another Friday night and I'm not gonna score...
Drinking on Sunday, and pilled up 'til Monday,
And Tuesday cuts me through just like a knife..
Good day on Thursday, bad day on Wednesday,
But Friday was the best day of my life.
So I'm standing by the fag machine and she is getting near,
"Hello mate, my name's Lianne", she whispers in my ear.
Three Bacardi Breezers and we'll soon be out of here
And her boyfriend's got the right hump - Oh dear!
Now we're married three kids later and I'm looking for a job,
She gives me loads of verbal if I'm ever up the pub,
And my wasitline's getting bigger, I'm looking like a chub,
Dreaming of the days of skunk and listening to dub..
Drinking on Sunday, and pilled up 'til Monday,
And Tuesday cuts me through just like a knife..
Good day on Thursday, bad day on Wednesday,
But Friday was the best day of my life.
Peter Greenstone
This is great! You got me smiling the whole way through
this song. It's so damn fun to listen to. Great lyrics,
particularly love that chorus. Such great energy and lots of
interesting changes and breaks. Really solid. Great singing
too; I always like to hear the accent.
I had no idea of what to expect with this as it's the first song
of yours that's heard so far (I think). What a great find. A
download for sure.