its friday now and when i go out i wanna hit the dance floor i wanna be the last out the door cut a rug so thick i can't see my pants no more i can't show enough fine appreciation for a quick high hat skat i won't even begin to believe the bassline i won't even leave the hardwood til the lights are on and the tender's shoutin but i don't move as much if the songs aren't good i don't care for gender roles, fights, or mate scoutin shut the windows if this is where the cops are at i wanna pump my fist and play my hit list its friday and now i'm gonna do just that