Friday Night lyricsFrom Frontline (1984), On The Frontline (1984), The Very Best of Redgum (1987) and The Essential Redgum (2011)
Friday Night (Michael Atkinson) Remember those summers like a dream ago. Nights so high, weeks so slow. Backyard parties coming in waves. Scratched LP’s and purple haze. Punched the clock, paid my union dues. Swapped my sneakers for my steel toes shoes. Take-away dusk, capacchino dawn, Pimps and strippers, golden limbs, Spice of life, whiff of sin. Friday night don’t drag your feet. Young blood pumping to a strange backbeat. Friday night, like a bundy neat, Smells so sleazy and tastes so sweet. Fifteen bucks, my board’s in hock Petrol on credit, car on the blocks. The old mans’ spanners, old mans’ jack. Grease on the nipple and a new set of fats. My little brother’s bopping to the summertime blues, Flying too high on aeroplane glue. Dad said he had prospects growing up clean. Come the night, neon skies, Another pale kid with the fire in his eyes. Friday night don’t drag your feet. Young blood pumping to a strange backbeat. Friday night, like a bundy neat, Smells so sleazy and tastes so sweet. Neon circus, but there’s not enough lights. Urban jungle, but there’s nothing to fight. Twist and shimmy, black wrap arounds. Red Stilettos cut concrete. Putting on cool in a city on heat. Friday night don’t drag your feet. Young blood pumping to a strange backbeat. Friday night, like a bundy neat, Smells so sleazy and tastes so sweet. Friday night don’t drag your feet. Young blood pumping to a strange backbeat. Friday night, like a bundy neat, Smells so sleazy and tastes so sweet. |
Live at the "On The Frontline" concert, Sydney Entertainment Center April 24 1984
Live in 1987 by Hugh McDonald and Redgum
1984 Frontline album version
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