Tonight is the night
Where finally I'll be alone
Fried chicken with corn
Smoke a spliff and watch some porn
Another Friday night
Where my mates are my ghosts
Twice a day
They come here
For jammin' and toasties
Andy
He makes the beat
One is called Dan
Funny and crazy as a trip
Then Jimi is quite smart
But his guitar's a fart
That's not the best
But to me it seems a start
Pa Para Pa Pa
We sing along
Me and my mates tonight are gonna have some fun
Pa Para Pa Pa
Actually I'm alone
But I never feel it if I keep on warming my heart
So, Pa Para Pa Pa
But I never feel it if I keep on warming my heart
So, Pa Para Pa Pa
It's 6 am
Many widows light up
Me still smoking the 10th
Another wasted morning
I'll wake up with the dark
But tomorrow I'm free
Well I can go to the park just
To write the mood
Of someone else
Since mine is always blue
It's because of Friday nights like this
I'm quite sure
But jammin' with myself is the cure
So, Pa Para Pa Pa
Let's play some more
C'mon mates let's write a song looking at the sun
Pa Para Pa Pa
Actually I'm alone
But I never feel it if I keep on warming my heart
So, Pa Para Pa Pa
But I never feel it if I keep on warming my heart
So, Pa Para Pa Pa
But I never feel it if I keep on playing my guitar
So...
Actually I'm alone
But I never feel it if I keep on warming my heart
So, Pa Para Pa Pa
But I never feel it if I keep on burning inside
So, Pa Para Pa Pa
But I never feel it if I keep on warming my heart
Pa Para Pa Pa