What, what you got? Not a lot
But you're desperate for the weekend
Slip into your jeans
And put your second coming on

Quick, do your hair
Move your mucky underwear and it's alright
Yes, it's alright
Who you bring home tonight

And she doesn't seem to care at all
Into who's bed she falls
And it doesn't matter, no not at all
If she pulls gets laid at all

She'll self indulge until she falls
And says something for the weekend
When she says something for the weekend

She talks to a man
Get his number if she can, but it's okay
Now she's talking to the DJ
Telling him which song to play

Back at the bar, I'll have a vodka
And a jar for me boyfriend
Well, he's in an indie rock band
And he's into LSD

And he doesn't seem to care at all
Into who's bed she falls
And it doesn't matter, no not at all
If she pulls gets laid at all

She'll self indulge until she falls
And says something for the weekend
When she says something for the weekend

And she doesn't seem to care at all
Into who's bed she falls
And it doesn't matter, no not at all
If she pulls gets laid at all

She'll self indulge until she falls
And says something for the weekend