Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Here Comes the Weekend, artist - P!nk. Date of issue: 17.09.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Here Comes the Weekend |
| Here comes, comes the weekend |
| Hear it calling like a siren oh oh |
| We don’t want no problems |
| We don’t like them, keep it moving |
| Here comes The weekend |
| Set off your sirens oh oh |
| Here comes The weekend |
| Set off your sirens oh oh |
| I just wanna play, big city, holiday |
| So get out of my way |
| If you know what’s better for you |
| I’m tearing up the night |
| Lipstick and leather tight |
| Not looking for a fight no oh oh |
| High heels and cherry wine |
| Not wasting any time |
| We’re ticking like a bomb |
| About to blow oh oh |
| Here comes, comes the weekend |
| Hear it calling like a siren oh oh |
| We don’t want no problems |
| We don’t like them, keep it moving |
| Here comes The Weekend |
| Set off your sirens oh oh |
| Here comes The Weekend |
| Set off your sirens oh oh |
| Drink some pink champagne |
| I don’t know you yet |
| But we’ll forget so |
| F*ck what they say |
| Let the rum flow until it rains oh oh |
| I’m tearin up the night |
| Lipstick and leather tight |
| Not looking for a fight no oh oh |
| High heels and cherry wine |
| Not wasting any time |
| We’re ticking like a bomb |
| About to blow oh oh |
| Here comes, comes the weekend |
| Hear it calling like a siren eh oh eh oh |
| We don’t look for trouble |
| Just enough too, seeing double |
| Here comes The Weekend |
| Set off your sirens oh oh |
| Here comes The Weekend |
| Set off your sirens oh oh |
| Nothing high class in my glass |
| Only bottles of pop |
| My bottles are popped so when I pop up in the spot |
| I’m probably not gonna be wanting to pop bubbly or Ciroc |
| I’m not Puffy but I’ma run this city tonight |
| When I hit it, I might act like a frickin' idiot |
| Diddy mixed with a medieval knight, big city lights |
| Little indignity, hot diggity |
| This Biggie is gettin' me hype |
| I don’t get some liquor, I’ll hurt you |
| I’ll knock your dick in the dirt, bickerin' worse |
| Than that bitch in that Snickers commercial |
| A mixture of Stiffler and Urkel |
| Hangin' from the light fixture |
| I hope you pricks are insured for this building |
| Cuz we’re tearin' it down, security get out |
| The frickin' way, Jesus Christ the blaring is loud |
| I swear the only thing I hear is the sound |
| Of sirens going eeh cause. |
| Here comes The Weekend |
| Set off your sirens oh oh |
| Here comes The Weekend |
| Set off your sirens oh oh |
| Oh oh |
| Here comes The weekend |
| Set off your sirens |
| Here comes The weekend |
| Set off your sirens oh ohHere comes, comes the weekend |
| Hear it calling like a siren oh oh |
| We don’t want no problems |
| We don’t like them, keep it moving |
| Here comes The weekend |
| Set off your sirens oh oh |
| Here comes The weekend |
| Set off your sirens oh oh |
| I just wanna play, big city, holiday |
| So get out of my way |
| If you know what’s better for you |
| I’m tearing up the night |
| Lipstick and leather tight |
| Not looking for a fight no oh oh |
| High heels and cherry wine |
| Not wasting any time |
| We’re ticking like a bomb |
| About to blow oh oh |
| Here comes, comes the weekend |
| Hear it calling like a siren oh oh |
| We don’t want no problems |
| We don’t like them, keep it moving |
| Here comes The Weekend |
| Set off your sirens oh oh |
| Here comes The Weekend |
| Set off your sirens oh oh |
| Drink some pink champagne |
| I don’t know you yet |
| But we’ll forget so |
| F*ck what they say |
| Let the rum flow until it rains oh oh |
| I’m tearin up the night |
| Lipstick and leather tight |
| Not looking for a fight no oh oh |
| High heels and cherry wine |
| Not wasting any time |
| We’re ticking like a bomb |
| About to blow oh oh |
| Here comes, comes the weekend |
| Hear it calling like a siren eh oh eh oh |
| We don’t look for trouble |
| Just enough too, seeing double |
| Here comes The Weekend |
| Set off your sirens oh oh |
| Here comes The Weekend |
| Set off your sirens oh oh |
| Nothing high class in my glass |
| Only bottles of pop |
| My bottles are popped so when I pop up in the spot |
| I’m probably not gonna be wanting to pop bubbly or Ciroc |
| I’m not Puffy but I’ma run this city tonight |
| When I hit it, I might act like a frickin' idiot |
| Diddy mixed with a medieval knight, big city lights |
| Little indignity, hot diggity |
| This Biggie is gettin' me hype |
| I don’t get some liquor, I’ll hurt you |
| I’ll knock your dick in the dirt, bickerin' worse |
| Than that bitch in that Snickers commercial |
| A mixture of Stiffler and Urkel |
| Hangin' from the light fixture |
| I hope you pricks are insured for this building |
| Cuz we’re tearin' it down, security get out |
| The frickin' way, Jesus Christ the blaring is loud |
| I swear the only thing I hear is the sound |
| Of sirens going eeh cause |
| Here comes The Weekend |
| Set off your sirens oh oh |
| Here comes The Weekend |
| Set off your sirens oh oh |
| Oh oh |
| Here comes The weekend |
| Set off your sirens |
| Here comes The weekend |
| Set off your sirens oh oh |