I love this song by The Qemists, but the lyrics are hard to find. So here they are.
Queue it up...
It's Friday night and I'm alone,
The stars are out and I'm at home.
Feel like I’m coming alive,
See the knuckles turning white.
It’s Friday night and no one’s home, home,
I'm in the city alone, lone,
Feel like a carnivore tonight,
Strap it up and take a ride, ride.
Round and round she goes
And where she stops no one knows
And round and round she goes
And where she stops no one knows, knows
Keep it coming on, feel it coming on
feel it coming on, feel it coming on
feel it coming on, feel it coming on
feel it coming on, feel it coming on
I got your money,
Woo-hoo
I got your money,
Woo-hoo
I'll treat you honey,
Woo-hoo
I'll keep you up for days
I got your sugar
I’ll be your hooker
I'll keep you up for days
Saturday night I'm fucking stoned, stoned
While other suckers got their jobs, jobs
While on the freeway gonna blow, blow
The red light's saying go, go
Saturday night I'm fucking gone, gone
And all my friends are saying down, down
The world's faster when you're strong, strong
You’ll push your pedal saying whoa, whoa, whoa
I got your money
Hold on, hold on, hold on
I'll treat you honey
Hold on, hold on, hold on
I got your money
Hold on, hold on
Woo-hoo
I got your money,
Woo-hoo
I'll treat you honey,
Woo-hoo
I'll keep you up for days.
I got your sugar,
I’ll be your hooker,
I'll keep you up for dayyyyyyyy.........
Woo-hoo
I got your money
I'll treat ya honey.
I'll keep you up for dayyyyyyyyy…….
I'll keep you up for dayyyyyyyys…….
Hold on.
Hold on.
Hold on.
Coming down noooooowww...
Wa-hoo!
It’s Sunday morning, I'm with you,
How did I end up in this room?
I’m in a bed that isn’t mine,
The walls are closing in tight, tight.
It’s Sunday morning, I'm with you, you,
Your voice is like a sonic boom, boom.
And round and round she goes, goes,
And where she stops none knows, knows.
Round and round she goes,
And where she stops no one knows.
And round and round she goes,
And where she stops no one knows, knows.
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