[febre de sábado à noite]

I don’t want to feel all cooped up

I feel like I’m on a chain

I got my ride all souped up

We’re never coming back again

Time it don’t mean nothing

Money means even less

Don’t bring nothin baby

You’re better then all the rest

I wanna go get lost

When you wear that real tight sweater

You know I can’t resist

It’s been that way forever baby

Ever since we kissed

Roll down all the windows

Turn up Wolfman Jack

Please, please love me tender

Ain’t nothin wrong with that

Let’s go get lost

I wanna go get lost

Whatever that they told you about me

Well all of it’s true

You’re never gonna be with out me baby

I’m never gonna be without you

Top it off, fill it with high test

Think about it what cha gonna tell your boss?

And get lost

I just wanna get lost

All night long…