Counterfeit counterfeit
that's what you're
shoutin' at me
I could run but I'd sooner
have this
and amicably
Lick the blood stain
from your finger
Say what do you see
Remind you that
whatever you get is
what you want it to be
You get a feelin'
that's what you choose
And I was told there's
not a minute to lose
So if you're waitin'
jump out your skin
to find a cure for
whatever state you're in
I tell my good friends
get out the way
of all the lightnin'
hittin' the trees today
We get a thrill from
clappin' our hands
We find the nearest girl
and ask her to dance
Oh I put on my shoes
and I'm ready for the weekend
Oh I put on my shoes
and I'm ready for the weekend
Oh I put on my shoes
and I'm ready for the weekend
Oh I put on my shoes
and I'm ready for the weekend
Weekend
Weekend
Weekend
Comin' back comin' back
To a place where
I never knew
Pushin' knobs
Pushin' faders
but I don't know what they do
This reflection
in my mirror
reminds me of you
When I tilt it towards
the sunlight
you fall out of view
You get a feelin'
that's what you choose
And I was told there's
not a minute to lose
So if you're waitin'
jump out your skin
to find a cure for
whatever state you're in
I tell my good friends
get out the way
of all the lightnin'
hittin' the trees today
We get a thrill from
clappin' our hands
We find the nearest girl
and ask her to dance
Oh I put on my shoes
and I'm ready for the weekend
Oh I put on my shoes
and I'm ready for the weekend
Oh I put on my shoes
and I'm ready for the weekend
Oh I put on my shoes
and I'm ready for the weekend
I put on my shoes
and I'm ready for the weekend
Weekend
Weekend weekend
Oh I put on my shoes
and I'm ready for the weekend
Weekend
Weekend weekend
Oh I put on my shoes
and I'm ready for the weekend
Weekend
Weekend weekend
Oh I put on my shoes
and I'm ready for the weekend
Weekend
Weekend weekend