It's late
And the weekend's near
You could say I can't wait
Till the gang gets here
Eight
And the angels are roaring
Shining those gifts
Straight line for the strip
If I back out,
fake a blackout At my night on the chicken run
Need some more time,
that's a good time Keeping my nerves in line,
down on the run
Sigh,
the pack beaters wild
Even fidgets to ride
In a Brando style Vans
Two shadows are a-closing Passing like knives
Shortcut on the lines
If I back out,
fake a blackout
At my night on the chicken run
Need some more time, that's a good time
Keeping my nerves in line,
down on the run
When the boys are calling together To hand me an old feather,
I'm through
Spreading in my leather So I guess it's now or never
Something I gotta do Just gotta do what I gotta do
It's late And the weekend's near
You could say I can't wait
Till the gang gets here
Eight And the angels are roaring
Shining those gifts
Straight line for the strip
Shining those gifts
Straight line for the strip
Passing like knives
A shortcut on the line