There's a night of the week
When the freaks will meet
And the girls turn into flashy clowns
You got a drink in your hand
You're looking to party-up
But you feel that nobody knows
This temporary meaning
There's no reason to end
Until you find the special one
The drama's the same
The bills are insane
And the iron burns your tongue

Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow
Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow
These are the nights of the week that you force yourself out of bed

There's a place uptown
Where the spirits are down
But nobody admits a thing
A toned down place
Where happiness is king
But tragedy has a better ring
There's the boy you'll kiss
And a girl you'll sex up
I wonder if they know you're there
Just drink twelve shots
With forget-me-not's
And nobody will really care
So get my coat little darling
I think that it's time to go
Let's sneak out through the back door
Because nobody can know
I want to be back in my bedroom
Where time never seems to pass
I want to lay down in my bathroom
And feel okay, at last

Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow
Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow
These are the nights of the week when you force yourself out of bed
Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow
Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow

Nights of the week
The nights of the week

Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow
Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow
These are the nights of the week when you force yourself out of bed