الكلمات الأصلية
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Friday comes, the week it moves so slow
It's a hard day at work waiting for the whistle to blow
Money in my pocket, ready to start the night
Gonna hook up with the boys, we're gonna drink and fight
Friday night the boys are out
We're gonna scream, we're gonna shout
Put in the tap, let the keg flow
Crank the music as loud as it goes
Steelcapped boots with a shine
Waiting for someone to step outta line
St. Paul skin, bred to fight
To us all this is the life!
Kiss my girl and tell her it's time to bail
If I'm in trouble I'll call her from jail
Round up the boys and load 'em in the trucks
It's street cleaning time, someone's gonna be outta luck
