The Life Lyrics

Friday comes, the week it moves so slow-It's a hard day
at work waiting for the whistle to blow! Money in my
pocket, ready to start the night-Gonna hook up with the
boys, we're gonna drink and fight!

Friday night the boys are out-We're gonna scream, we're
gonna shout! Put in the tap, let the keg flow-Crank the
music as loud as it goes!

Steelcapped boots with a shine-Waiting for someone to
step outta line! St. Paul skin, bred to fight-To us all
this is the life!

Kiss my girl and tell her it's time to bail-If I'm in trouble I'll call her from jail! Round up the boys and
load 'em in the trucks-It's street cleaning time,
someone's gonna be outta luck!

Friday night the boys are out-We're gonna scream, we're
gonna shout! Put in the tap, let the keg flow-Crank the
music as loud as it goes!

Steelcapped boots with a shine-Waiting for someone to
step outta line! St. Paul skin, bred to fight-To us all
this is the life!
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