Betchadupa - Weekend Lyrics
First light I walk into the kitchenDishes from the dinner last nightThe silence grips me by the windowWaiting for the time to comeI wanted to hear the soundBy now Im sure you get the pictureSeems like theres some meaning insideFour hours standing in the same roomWaiting for the time to passI wanted to hear the sound of the motorwayShes gonna make it home for the weekendThank you for thatAnd if Im tired when you get thereIll blame you for thatCos Ive been waiting such a long timeTo hear your footstepSo please get home for the weekendThank you for thatI clean up mainly just to kill timeAnd to make the kitchen look niceThis waiting mixed with all this boredomMakes me feel like I could dieWaiting to hear the sound of the front doorYou better make it home for the weekendThank you for thatAnd if Im tired when you get thereIll blame you for thatCos Ive been waiting such a long timeTo hear your footstepSo please get home for the weekendThank you for thatOooh, homeOooh, homeOooh, home for the weekendThank you for that
