Well, I'm running away
From this house on the hill
There's a devil inside
Sitting on the window sill And it's a wild Friday night
And I'm all on my own
I knocked on every door in town
There ain't one little girl that's home And everybody's got a date
And the ones that ain't are tired
What the hell do you do on a weekend, honey
When your heart's on fire? And you can go from Tokyo to Rome
Looking for a girl
But it looks to me like the weekend means
Heartache all over the world Girls, girls, girls
(Girls, girls, girls)
Have pity on me
Oh, it looks to me like the weekend means
Heartache, heartache all over the world He's got lipstick on his collar
She's got fishnets on her legs
I'm at home and I've got nothing
Just a cold and aching head There must be something dirty
Just blame it on the magazines
Don't read that trash, it'll drive you crazy
'Cause the cops invade your dreams Oh, and everybody's got a date
And the one's that ain't are tired
What the hell do you do on a weekend, honey
When your heart's on fire And you can go from Tokyo to Rome
Looking for a girl
But it looks to me like the weekend means
Heartache all over the world Girls, girls, girls
(Girls, girls, girls)
Have pity on me
Oh, it looks to me like the weekend means
It's heartache, heartache all over the world
(Girls, girls, girls) Tokyo to Rome And you can go from Tokyo to Rome
Looking for a girl
But it seems to me like the weekend means
Heartache all over the world Girls, girls, girls
(Girls, girls, girls)
Have pity on me
Oh, it seems to me like the weekend means
Heartache, heartache all over the world (Girls, girls, girls)
Heartache
(Heartache)
Heartache all over the world
(Girls, girls, girls)
Heartache
(Heartache)
Heartache all over the world (Girls, girls, girls)
Heartache
(Heartache)
Heartache all over the world
(Girls, girls, girls)
Heartache
(Heartache)
Heartache all over the world