Friday Night

by

Faye Hoffman

It's Friday night in Oklahoma,
and we're headed out the door.
Going to the dance club,
can't wait to hit the floor.

Dancing until morning,
kicking it all night long.
Yelling to the D.J.,
to play my favorite song.

Keith is on his eighteenth beer.
Faye is playing pool.
The boys are fighting in the hall.
Nicole is just plain cool.

I'll finish my tequilla,
fight my way up to the bar.
Yell out for a bodyguard,
so I can get one more.

Crawl back to the table,
over Junior on the floor.
Try to find my money,
because they've yelled,last call.

Gather up the bodies,
carry them to the car.
Cause Saturday is coming,
and we'll be back for more.

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from: Sunderland, England, UK

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