Week-end

I’m tired, I’m down, but sky is so clear
They called me for week-end, for vodka and beer
We drive on the highway - just wind through my hair
We’re moving so fast, but don’t want to fix.
No cops and no jams. Just music and chics.
From dusk until down – walk on heaven stairs

This is my week-end
This is my week-end
This is my week-end
Come on, come on. Get down, get down
This is my week-end
This is my week-end
This is my week-end
Come on, come on. Get down, get down

We’ve come just in time, we stand in the line
We’re having some sleep, some ladies to keep
We’re drinking a lot – and we’d like to smoke
We’re having some fun, we’re alky, we down
Some food and some booze, some powder to snooze
We starting to dance – we don’t have to talk

This is my week-end
This is my week-end
This is my week-end
Come on, come on. Get down, get down
This is my week-end
This is my week-end
This is my week-end
Come on, come on. Get down, get down

Let’s get it on with Sue and Ivonne
But no place in bed – for Sandy and Kate

This is my week-end
This is my week-end
This is my week-end
Come on, come on. Get down, get down
This is my week-end
This is my week-end
This is my week-end
Come on, come on. Get down, get down