Well I'm running away From this house on the hill There's a devil inside sitting on the window sill And it's a wild Friday night And I'm all on my own I knocked on every door in town There ain't one little girl that's home And everybody's got a date And the ones that ain't are tired What the hell do you do on a weekend honey When your heart's on fire
And you can go from Tokyo to Rome Looking for a girl But it looks to me like the weekend means Heartache all over the world Girls, girls, girls Have pity on me Oh it looks to me like the weekend means Heartache, heartache all over the world
He's got lipstick on his collar She's got fishnets on her legs I'm at home and I've got nothing Just a cold and aching head There must be something dirty Just blame it on the magazines Don't read that trash it'll drive you crazy `Cause the cops invade your dreams And everybody's got a date And the one's that ain't are tired What the hell do you do on a weekend honey When your heart's on fire
