Working Class Friday Night (Lyrics)

Well I don't give a damn what tomorrow's got planned I've been working hard every day With my boots just shined and my hair cut right I don't care what you got to say Me and the boys, making all the noise Come in here every day By the end of the night, we're a sorry drunken sight Hold our heads up high – Hoist our pints to the sky When we leave we won't have a dime Hold our heads up high – Hoist our pints to the sky Another working class Friday night And I don't really care if there's violence in the air Makes no difference to me 'Cause I'm suited up right, got money for the night Been one hell of a week Me and the boys, making all the noise We come in here every day End of the night, we're a sorry drunken sight [Chorus] [Chorus x2] It's another working class Friday night [x2]