Friday night, I'm on my way home

They oughtta make work a crime

I'm home for the weekend

Gonna make the most of my time

There's a rock and roll singer

On the television

Givin' up his music, gonna take up religion



Abandoned rock and roll to try to save his soul



Saturday night, got a gig with the band

Playin' the electric guitar

Someday, I'm gonna make it

Gonna be a super-duper star

Buy a big flashy car

And a house for my ma

The big break better happen soon

Cuz I'm pushin' twenty-one



Just like Cinderella,

when she couldn't go to the ball

(a voice said), “I'm your fairy manager,

you shall play Carnegie Hall.”

Gotta give up your day job

To become a heart throb

I may go far

If I smash my guitar



Away for the weekend, I gotta play some one-night stands

Six for the taxman and one for the band

Back in the studio to make our latest number one

Take 276, you know this used to be fun...



Sunday mornin', I just got home

Six and the birds are singin'

I need a drink, and my clothes are wet

Ooh and my ears are still ringin'

There's a rock and roll singer

Boppin' on the TV

He used to be a preacher

But now he sings in a major key



Amended his decision to the new religion