Sometimes I wanna go home, but not home alone
Calling all my single friends on the telephone
I know for sure when i get a few drinks down me
I`ll be doing crazy shit for everyone to see
And I`ll say, the DJ will play my song
All my friends went back home
Won`t you play that song I`m stood all alone
Play my song
Is it Friday or Saturday I just do not know
Please just play the song
The chances of playing it are so low
Seems like I`ve been wating for so long
With the beer here there`s no fear of being lame
And nothing around me ever seems to be the same
Fumbling and stubling well that`s just me
Get back to the house and where`s my fucking keys
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FOUR FEET FINGERS lyrics