Oh, look out Bill!

I got a studip little job

It's drivin' me insane

With those keyhole people

All they do is complain

About the tattoo on my arm

The ring in my ear

But I don't even care, no no

I just live through the week

And when I see them boys

You know their two-tone suits

They're all unimportants

If you need a set of hubcaps

Or a car painted

Girl, why don't you follow me

It's dynamite on Friday night

Under the big city lights

It's all right, all right

Yeah dynamite on Friday night

Under the big city lights

It's all right, all right

Play some sweet guitar, yeah

Well we meet on the corner

And we talk all night

About our wealth situation

at a rock'n' Roll drive

We go ... cruisin'

So the conversation turns to wise girls

And more pearls

I got a beat up old Mustang

And I painted it black

There's five in the front seat

And the rest in the back

Cruise up and down Sunset

And watch all the jailbait roll by

Yeah it's dynamite on Friday night

Under the big city lights

It's all right, all right

Yeah yeah, it's dynamite on Friday night

Under the big city lights

IT'S all right, it's all right

All right, all right, all right

all right

Are you ready. Bring it down now

watch out. Well, well, well

Listen, one of these days

And it won't be long

Gonna hear that radio

playin' my song

I'll be the darling of masses

No great pretender, not me, yeah yeah

'Cause I can play this guitar

hangin' round my neck

I'm in love with its power

I believe in its strength

I got a head full of ideas

It's drivin' me insane

But until then-acap