Brutal Attack - Weekend Warrior Lyrics

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