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It's three o'clock Friday afternoon

I'm trucking my way back home

In a half hour the work is don

Until my well-earned weekend come

Back home I take a cold shower

I fill my belly with some jelly

Bad Taste for dessert on the screen

Then I'm ready for the street

I know about the first phone call that a band plays tonight

Then I start the way to the pub where I will meet my friends to drink some beers before

Later we drive to the place where the gig starts tonight

It's nine o'clock the heat is on and the band plays great

Party time has come show me the real life

The hangover in the night let the Saturday begin

We're sitting in our practice room

There's a pounding in our heads

I've to take an aspirin

Then we can play the whole fucking day

I know about the first phone call that a band plays tonight

Then I start the way to the pub where I will meet my friends to drink some beers before