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