Friday’s here, and I’ve been workin’ up a thirst
I’ve got work in the morning, well I guess it could be worse
I get home, get clean, back out, make haste!
Headin’ into town, gotta satisfy my taste for beer
So I’ll have a couple on the way, calling up the boys, no-one’s answering
Sure that’s okay, I know where they are
In a pub by the river, propping up the bar

Oh no, it’s happening again
The boots start to fly and the fists begin to swing
It’s the same shite, a different night
Another evening drinking with the boys from Kingston

Well, the boys are in force and knocking back the jars
Somebody always takes the fun a little bit too far
But it always seems, no matter where we go
Trouble always seems to know where we are
But the Kingston boys are gonna win the day
Rolling through anybody getting in the way
When the boots start to fly, you know that’s when
The Kingston boys start swinging out again

Oh no, it’s happening again
The boots start to fly and the fists begin to swing
It’s the same shite, a different night
Another evening drinking with the boys from Kingston

Saturday comes and we do it all again
We’re drinking and we’re fighting and we’re falling down the lane
But when Sunday rolls around, we’ll be alright
'Cause we’ll do it all again on another Friday night

Oh no, it’s happening again
The boots start to fly and the fists begin to swing
It’s the same shite, a different night
Another evening drinking with the boys from Kingston