Weekend Terence Trent D'Arby

Hurrah, the evening...
It's about quarter to five
I clean up my desk
And I don't want to hear no jive
My boss just asked me
"How 'bout working' late?"
I told him: "It's Friday...
You know I've got a date."

Six o'clock, and I'm almost through...
I took a shower, shaved...
And put on my blue suede shoes
Picked up my lady
And headed down the street
"Before we go to the disco, baby...
How 'bout something' to eat?"

This is what I did...
Jumped in the disco
Everything starts coming alive...
My baby, swinging'...
She's doing the funky jive...
Everybody dancing
Out there on the floor
The DJ asked the mania:
"You want to hear some more, yeah?"