| Friday night, I’m on my way home
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| They oughta make work a crime
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| I’m home for the weekend
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| I’m gonna make the most of my time
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| There’s a rock and roll singer on the television
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| Giving up his music, gonna take up religion
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| Deserted rock and roll
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| To try to save his soul
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| Saturday night, gotta gig with the band
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| Playing the electric guitar
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| Someday I’m gonna make it Gonna be a super-duper-star
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| Get a flashy car
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| And a house for my Ma The big break better happen soon
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| 'Cause I’m pushing twenty-one
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| Just like Cinderella
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| When she couldn’t go to the ball
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| A voice said, I’m your fairy manager
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| You shall play the Carnegie Hall
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| I gotta give up my day job
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| To become a heartthrob
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| I may go far if I smash my guitar
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| Away for the weekend
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| I’ve gotta play some one-night stands
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| Six for the tax man, and one for the band
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| Back in the studio to make our latest number one
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| Take two-hundred-and-seventy-six
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| You know, this used to be fun
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| Monday morning, I just got home
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| Six and the birds are singing
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| I need a drink and my clothes are wet
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| Ooh, and my ears are still ringing
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| There’s a rock and roll singer boppin’on the TV
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| He used to be a preacher, but now he sings in a major key
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| Amended his decision to the new religion |