[Chorus]

Friday night

I'm thinking that we just might

Fly away to someplace they don't know

Who we are

[Verse]

Now I'm riding shotgun in your car

We drive through the city like explorers going sixty-five

Blowing hair flying 'cross your face

We left on Friday; now it's Saturday

[Pre-Chorus]

Pressed jeans, buttoned up

Jeans ironed, slippin' up

Red shoes, walkin' slow

Headphones blarin' three stacks

Sunglasses flarin' out

Dick watch hangin' low

Studded belt pulled taut

Three stacks on the radio

[Chorus]

Friday night

I'm thinking that we just might

Run away to someplace we

We can be who we are

We can be who we are