Five O’clock, Friday night, I don’t wanna stay, in tonight
I gotta get away from the same routine, I gotta get away, from the same old
Scene
And I need to find you there, wash the shit right outta my hair
I need somebody to take away my despair
So I’m at this club, and I meet this girl, but we’re miles apart,
Different worlds
And she’s asking me, all about Van Gough, I say he scored one, they
Shouldn’t have taken him off
And I need to find you there, wash the shit right outta my hair
I need somebody to take away my despair
It’s getting late, I’m still here, and I see my chance, but I just
Can’t dance
So I wait a while, get myself a beer, and when I get back I’m the last
One here
And I need to find you there, wash the shit right outta my hair
I need somebody to take away my despair