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It’s friday and you just called it a day,
thinking of the night,
the place where you will stay.
At home you’re getting ready for the night,
polished boots, Ben Sherman shirt
make you feel alright.
Locked the door and out on the street,
you meet the boys
at the same time every week.
The crew with you, a bottle in your hand,
destination’s clear,
you’re getting drunk again.
So raise your glass, so raise your glass,
raise your glass and
drink, drink, bootboy, drink!
Drink, drink, skinhead, drink!
Drink, drink, punker, drink!
Because it’s friday night, it is friday night,
it’s friday night in the pub!
At the bar you drink the night away,
singing, laughing, talking shit,
just feeling great.
Beer for beer you have another round,
whisky and tequlia,
you get off the ground.
On the stereo your favourite punk rock song,
no more sorrows, things are great,
you start to sing along.
The crew with you, you rule the pub,
people get annoyed,
but you don’t care, drunk as hell,
just shouting oi! oi! oi!
So raise your glass, so raise your glass,
raise your glass and
drink, drink, bootboy, drink!
Drink, drink, skinhead, drink!
Drink, drink, punker, drink!
Because it’s friday night, it is friday night,
it’s friday night in the pub!
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