.Four on the floor, knock on the door>
It's finally a quarter to eight and
Looks like everybody's ready and waiting
One of the guys, little beady eyes
I guess he's feeling bad 'cause he can't go
I said "I'm sorry bud, you've gotta stay home"
Friday's gone and I'm feel.
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