Friday night's here, what's the scene?

Nothing to do, y'know what I mean?

Nothing on the telly, there is no late-night show

No shows in town, there is no place to go

Here we are nowhere, nowhere left to go



Is it a crime to be young

Cos every time we have some fun

They put us down and tell us that we're wrong

Every time they sing the same old song

Here we are nowhere maybe that's where we belong



You know it's not but what do we do

Don't look at me now I'm looking at you

And sitting there won't change a thing

Must we only wait and see what the future will bring