The daily drudge deals a mean hand,
Menial commerce makes a mean man,
You're gonna, you're gonna have a fine time,
Just, just not on my time

If they could peer behind the screens,
At all your sordid little schemes,
You unleash the tension,
Do things I wouldn't mention

Your weekday demons take their toll on you,
But your weekend revolution just won't do
Don't hang yourself with your Christmas tie,
In your coffin flat, you sit and die

Your weekend revolution

Your Mother's proud of her only son,
What if she'd seen the things he's done
Friday and your five day prison,
Glazed eyes and double vision

You loutish lads look not for love,
You grab your loins and hunt for blood,
You unleash the tension,
Do things I wouldn't mention

Your weekday demons take their toll on you,
But your weekend revolution just won't do
Don't hang yourself with your Christmas tie,
In your coffin flat, you sit and die

Your weekend revolution

Your weekday demons take their toll on you,
But your weekend revolution just won't do
Don't hang yourself with your Christmas tie,
In your coffin flat, you sit and die

Your weekend revolution,
Your weekend revolution