Friday night, so let’s go less a square
But don’t let go of money on the stairs
Some black dude, he said, “Come along with me,
I think I know the type of thing you need.”

I will wait, I will get anew
I hope she comes and gets me pretty soon
Feeling hard, trying to feel so mean
I always hate these type of scenes

Friday night, so let’s go less a square
But don’t let go of money on the stairs
I saw-jumped on the second on the wall
Staring down, praise me to a song

Sorry son, you’re waiting till I’m through
[ From: http://www.elyrics.net ]
Don’t pretend you don’t know what to do
I’ve seen your face in many times before
When you leave, don’t forget the door

Friday night, so let’s go less a square
But don’t let go of money on the stairs
Some black dude, he said, “Come along with me,
I think I know the type of thing you need.”

I will wait, I will get anew
I hope she comes and gets me pretty soon
Feeling hard, trying to feel so mean
I always hate these type of scenes