You'll entertain her, cos you're the weekender
And she'll take you up the town tonight, every night
In her Cortina, she'll love the weekender
As Ignatius in pub car parks just after dark
And all you want is to wake and to know she'll be there
You'll play the martyr to love the weekender
In the hope that she will stay tonight, just tonight
She'll say she'll love you, oh love the weekender
When she's run out of time to kill, you'll want her still
And all you want is to wake and to know she'll be there
All you want is to wake and to know
All you want is to wake and to know she'll be there
All you want is to wake and to know
All you want is to wake and to know
All you want is to wake and to know
