Texty: Todd Carey. Friday Night.

Lying in bed, hungover as hell
And baby my feet just feel like lead
And it's not contagious
But I can?t go to sleep
At least not yet
So baby just hop a midnight jet
And meet me in Vegas

Friday night don't stop til Saturday morning
Friday night don't stop til Saturday morning
Til the sun comes up without any warning, yeah
Friday night don't stop til Saturday
And I'm just about to lose my mind

I feel like a child, when aces are wild
I think lady luck just turned and smiled
This is outrageous
I'm running around, painting the town
And baby I always double down
So meet me in Vegas

Friday night don't stop til Saturday morning
Friday night don't stop til Saturday morning
Til the sun comes up without any warning, yeah
Friday night don't stop til Saturday
And I'm just about to lose my mind