Lets go out tonight

The doorman knows me
I'm a special case
You see spiritually I'm off my face
He knows something that I don't know
I don't fit and I guess it shows
I have an office on the second floor
On the balcony outside the toilet door
I see the talent going in and out
I guess you'd call me a talent scout

On a Friday night, Friday night, Friday night
Everything's gonna be alright

There goes Bernie he owns this club
Not this one it's called Rub-a-dub-dub
He'd like me to come and stay for a while
Hey no thanks man I'm just cruisin'
And I give him a smile

On a Friday night, Friday night, Friday night
Everything's gonna be alright

On a Friday night, Friday night, Friday night
Friday night

Angelina requiem
Needs to feel that beat again

On a Friday night, Friday night, Friday night
Everything's gonna be alright