Falling to the door

Making his way to the floor

It´s late at night and his drunk again

He's ready for a hotdog and a coke

Waiting in the queue

He makes a hell of a noise

Cause here's another friday night

Been workin all week now he's ready to fight

Leather jacket satan…



He's getting real mad

Can't control himself

Swinging his arms, swinging his fists

Hitting Mr. Businessman

Hitting Mr. Truckdriverman

And little Ms. GasstationGirl

Hotdogs on the floor

Men on the floor

Leather jacket satan wants more



But its half past four

Every joint in town is closed

And anyway he's banned all over town

For the next few weeks



He's a friday night satan

Gasstation Satan

Leather Jacket Satan



Falling to the door

Making his way to the floor





						     



						     Thanks to Grande