After eight long hours of working in the factory
His legs was tired as he walked out through the door
His hands was dirty and his head was aching,
He said: "It's like a sickness but I think I know a cure"

It's Friday night, the time is right,
My mind is set I'm going out tonight
I'm gonna dance 'till I can't dance no more,
Swinging my feet out on the floor

This is all music for the working class radio,
This will all make you dance, dance, dance tonight
Make you dance tonight

After spending fiftteen hours in our tour buss,
After we've been sleeping on some madras on the floor
After we've been playing in front of a crowd of twenty morons,
It's nice to know that life can offer something more

It's Friday night, the time is right,
My mind is set im going out tonight
I'm gonna dance 'till I can't dance no more,
Swinging my feet out on the floor

This is all music for the working class radio,
This will all make you dance, dance, dance tonight

Dance tonight

It's Friday night, the time is right,
My mind is set I'm going out tonight
I'm gonna dance 'till I can't dance no more,
Swinging my feet out on the floor

This is all music for the working class radio,
This will all make you dance, dance, dance tonight
This is all music for the working class radio,
This will all make you dance tonight
Dance, dance