Music by elton john
Lyrics by bernie taupin
Available on the album leather jackets
Well Im running away
From this house on the hill
Theres a devil inside
Sitting on the window sill
And its a wild friday night
And Im all on my own
I knocked on every door in town
There aint one little girl thats home
And everybodys got a date
And the ones that aint are tired
What the hell do you do on a weekend honey
When your hearts on fire
And you can go from tokyo to rome
Looking for a girl
But it looks to me like the weekend means
Heartache all over the world
Girls, girls, girls
Have pity on me
Oh it looks to me like the weekend means
Heartache, heartache all over the world
Hes got lipstick on his collar
Shes got fishnets on her legs
Im at home and Ive got nothing
Just a cold and aching head
There must be something dirty
Just blame it on the magazines
Dont read that trash itll drive you crazy
`cause the cops invade your dreams
And everybodys got a date
And the ones that aint are tired
What the hell do you do on a weekend honey
When your hearts on fire