Brutal Attack

Weekend warrior

Brutal Attack


It's friday night, you can't wait to get home 
And get yourself outta your smart work suit 
Put on a 'Ben Sherman' and your Levi jeans 
Your quarter inch braces and 18 hole boots 

Cos your a weekend warrior 
Daddy makes you work 9' to 5' 
Yeah, a weekend warrior 
If your mother find out, she'll skin you alive 

So it's down to the pub with the lads from the office 
Drunk on 3 pints, and now you're gonna pull a bird 
Got yourself one, looks like your on a promise 
So it's off to a club with the rest of the herd 

The boots mummy got yer, are polished up so bright 
Your tight jeans rolled up high still looking brand new 
I hope for your sake you don't start a fight 
Cos I really don't think you've got a clue 

Now Monday's here again, it's back to work 
But you're feeling pretty dumb, yeah a bit of a fool 
Cos the bird you shagged has given you the dose 
And she goes to your little brothers school