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Four on the floor, knock on the door
It`s finally a quarter to eight and
Looks like everybody`s ready and waiting
One of the guys, little beady eyes
I guess he`s feeling bad `cause he can`t go
I said `I`m sorry bud, you`ve gotta stay home`
Friday`s gone and I`m feeling fine
Saturday`s been on my mind
Sun comes up on yellow lines
Through the gears and the road unwinds
Friday night`s been left behind me, don`t remind me
`Cause I never really wanted to be there
It didn`t matter that I was living for free there
Seventy-five, down Skelly Drive
I got a funny feeling I`m falling and
I think that mother nature is calling
Bike`s running fine, since 1969
I`d run it wide open but I`d hit a rail
I don`t really want to spend another night in jail
Four on the floor, half dozen more
Everybody stayed until morning
Someone in the back room is snoring