Thursday night - the feeling's right 
Here comes the weekend, here comes the night 
Gotta stay awake to stay up late 
They don't give a shit, they don't give a fuck 
When the music's high in their spacedout club 
When the alcohol rushes through their brains 
And they lose control with the drugs they take 

Fridaynight - the feeling's right 
This is the weekend, the second night 
Gotta stay awake to stay up late 
Don't wanna see the sun cos it hurts their eyes 
Sleep the day away, come out at night 
Pick up strangers, gotta get laid 
Before the night is over they forget their names 

Saturdaynight - the feeling's right 
When it comes to Sunday they're riding high 
Gotta stay awake to stay up late 
Need another drink to sociolise 
And a line of coke to feel real nice 
Mondaymorn' they're in a lousy state 
But they got three days to recuperate 

Take me to oblivion 
Make me forget 
I stumble and I fall, got my back to the wall 
I snug with the strangers flirting at the bar