Well I'm running away
From this house on the hill
There's a devil inside
sitting on
the window sill
And it's a wild Friday night
And I'm all on my own
I knocked on every
door in town
There ain't one little girl that's home
And everybody's got a date
And
the ones that ain't are tired
What the hell do you do on a weekend honey
When your heart's
on fire
And you can go from Tokyo to Rome
Looking for a girl
But it looks to me
like the weekend means
Heartache all over the world
Girls, girls, girls
Have pity on
me
Oh it looks to me like the weekend means
Heartache, heartache all over the
world
He's got lipstick on his collar
She's got fishnets on her legs
I'm at
home and I've got nothing
Just a cold and aching head
There must be something
dirty
Just blame it on the magazines
Don't read that trash it'll drive you
crazy
'Cause the cops invade your dreams
And everybody's got a date
And the one's
that ain't are tired
What the hell do you do on a weekend honey
When your heart's on fire
