
Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Song language: English
Friday Oh Friday |
Every Friday evening poseurs from the pub |
Stroll into the disco to dance like Donald Duck |
Fog Lights come from heaven, the soldiers comes from hell |
An arm is lifted slowly, below the sweaty smell |
We hate your sloppy music |
We love to sing some punk |
So stuff your fucking discos |
Way up where they belong |
Go home, stuff your discos |
We hate, the poofed up hat |
They say, it’s electric |
We know, because of that |
The cue is getting larger, the money’s rolling in |
If you don’t wear flared trousers, they won’t let you in |
The lights are getting softer, you reach out for a bird |
You tell her all the nice things, the same old boring words |
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Emergency | 1998 |
Kids Of The 80's | 1998 |
Riot Riot | 1998 |
In For A Riot | 1998 |
Catalogue Kids | 1982 |
Schools Out | 1982 |
Five Minute Fashion | 1998 |
Feel The Rage | 1998 |
Triffic Spiff Ya OK | 2008 |
You Ain't Seen Nothing Yet | 1998 |
Still Out Of Order | 1998 |
Each Dawn I Die | 1993 |
Catch 22 | 1998 |
Bootboys | 1998 |
Drug Squad | 2008 |
Power | 1993 |
Punch The Air With Glory | 1993 |
The Winner | 1998 |
School's Out | 1998 |