Sometimes I wanna go home, but not home alone

Calling all my single friends on the telephone

I know for sure when i get a few drinks down me

I'll be doing crazy shit for everyone to see

And I'll say, the DJ will play my song

All my friends went back home

Won't you play that song I'm stood all alone

Play my song

Is it Friday or Saturday I just do not know

Please just play the song

The chances of playing it are so low

Seems like I've been wating for so long

With the beer here there's no fear of being lame

And nothing around me ever seems to be the same

Fumbling and stubling well that's just me

Get back to the house and where's my fucking keys