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Oh, look out Bill!I got a studip little jobIt's drivin' me insaneWith those keyhole peopleAll they do is complainAbout the tattoo on my armThe ring in my earBut I don't even care, no noI just live through the weekAnd when I see them boysYou know their two-tone suitsThey're all unimportantsIf you need a set of hubcapsOr a car paintedGirl, why don't you follow meIt's dynamite on Friday nightUnder the big city lightsIt's all right, all rightYeah dynamite on Friday nightUnder the big city lightsIt's all right, all rightPlay some sweet guitar, yeahWell we meet on the cornerAnd we talk all nightAbout our wealth situationat a rock'n' Roll driveWe go ... cruisin'So the conversation turns to wise girlsAnd more pearlsI got a beat up old MustangAnd I painted it blackThere's five in the front seatAnd the rest in the backCruise up and down SunsetAnd watch all the jailbait roll byYeah it's dynamite on Friday nightUnder the big city lightsIt's all right, all rightYeah yeah, it's dynamite on Friday nightUnder the big city lightsIT'S all right, it's all rightAll right, all right, all rightall rightAre you ready. Bring it down nowwatch out. Well, well, wellListen, one of these daysAnd it won't be longGonna hear that radioplayin' my songI'll be the darling of massesNo great pretender, not me, yeah yeah'Cause I can play this guitarhangin' round my neckI'm in love with its powerI believe in its strengthI got a head full of ideasIt's drivin' me insaneBut until thenIt's dynamite on Friday nightUnder the big city lightsIt's all right, all rightYeah dynamite on Friday nightUnder the big city lightsall right, all right, one timeIt's dynamite, oh yes it's dynamiteIt's just dynamite on friday nightIT'S dynamite, it'S on friday nightOh friday nightIt's All right, all right, wiredIT'S dynamite on friday nightUnder the big city lightsIT'S all right, all rightall together ...
Oh, look out Bill!I got a studip little jobIt's drivin' me insaneWith those keyhole peopleAll they do is complainAbout the tattoo on my armThe ring in my earBut I don't even care, no noI just live through the weekAnd when I see them boysYou know their two-tone suitsThey're all unimportantsIf you need a set of hubcapsOr a car paintedGirl, why don't you follow meIt's dynamite on Friday nightUnder the big city lightsIt's all right, all rightYeah dynamite on Friday nightUnder the big city lightsIt's all right, all rightPlay some sweet guitar, yeahWell we meet on the cornerAnd we talk all nightAbout our wealth situationat a rock'n' Roll driveWe go ... cruisin'So the conversation turns to wise girlsAnd more pearlsI got a beat up old MustangAnd I painted it blackThere's five in the front seatAnd the rest in the backCruise up and down SunsetAnd watch all the jailbait roll byYeah it's dynamite on Friday nightUnder the big city lightsIt's all right, all rightYeah yeah, it's dynamite on Friday nightUnder the big city lightsIT'S all right, it's all rightAll right, all right, all rightall rightAre you ready. Bring it down nowwatch out. Well, well, wellListen, one of these daysAnd it won't be longGonna hear that radioplayin' my songI'll be the darling of massesNo great pretender, not me, yeah yeah'Cause I can play this guitarhangin' round my neckI'm in love with its powerI believe in its strengthI got a head full of ideasIt's drivin' me insaneBut until thenIt's dynamite on Friday nightUnder the big city lightsIt's all right, all rightYeah dynamite on Friday nightUnder the big city lightsall right, all right, one timeIt's dynamite, oh yes it's dynamiteIt's just dynamite on friday nightIT'S dynamite, it'S on friday nightOh friday nightIt's All right, all right, wiredIT'S dynamite on friday nightUnder the big city lightsIT'S all right, all rightall together ...