Thank God, it's Friday night We're together, we're side by side Thank God, ohh, it's you and me All together a family Thank God, it's Friday night We
翻訳: ブルーシステム. それは金曜の夜神に感謝.
Oh oh its friday night The white punks play tonight Shirts off you motorcycle rider Night hider And people who pray I believe my jesus Is in my soul
I may be color blind Little white lies in her blue eyes Goodbye is on the way White lies in her blue eyes Evil?s the game she plays White lies in her blue
disco (Disco) When everything was sweet Let's go back to disco (Disco) They wore bell bottom jeans I'm taking it back to disco (Disco) Just go with me Friday night
see you in, in the middle of the night You can never get enough Enough of this stuff It's Friday I'm in love I don't care if Monday's blue Tuesday's
see you eat in the middle of the night You can never get enough Enough of this stuff It's Friday, I'm in love I don't care if Monday's blue Tuesday
you stood here mama, I know you'd understand, yeah It's the lights, it's the high It's the roar of a crowd on a Friday night And everybody's screaming
It all began on the street, to the back of a blue police vehicle Next come the bookends, the way things is looking It's Friday, you in for a long stay
[Chorus: Chamillionaire (Paul Wall)] Guess it's just a hood thing, woodgrain, grippin on the Friday* My chain lookin like the sun Swag turned way up,
Friday night I'm going nowhere All the lights are changing green to red Turnin' over TV stations Situations runnin' through my head Looking back through
see you eat in the middle of the night You can never get enough Enough of this stuff It's Friday, I'm in love I don't care if Monday's blue Tuesday'
can do about it All I'm thinkin' about is you Black car shiny on a Sunday morn' Mama go to church now, mama go to church now Friday night and daddy'
man Around here, everybody acts the same Around here, everybody acts like nothing's changed Friday night, the club meets at al's barbecue The sky's still, the same unbelievable blue
I guess its just the nigga urge, this is the Boondocks I swear yo I'm like Huey mixed with Riley Thursday I be trynna save the world, then on Friday
of fact, Icy Mike 'cause he was cold on them hoes We was east coast niggas headin' west I was rollin' shotgun, coolin' with my man fresh Wes The royal blue
it's our style that's uncalm From ?sun? to the ? to the Lafayette Gardens White ?coff guawinas? in they army jacket linings Yo this goes out to my cats in Coney Isle Friday night
niggas doin bad, so I get my cash and I act mad, I mash out on the glass I gotta big ol' Lac, a nigga comin down with blue and purple comin down with
