Philmore - Four On The Floor Lyrics
Four on the floor, knock on the doorIt's finally a quarter to eight andLooks like everybody's ready and waitingOne of the guys, little beady eyesI guess he's feeling bad 'cause he can't goI said "I'm sorry bud, you've gotta stay home"Friday's gone and I'm feeling fineSaturday's been on my mindSun comes up on yellow linesThrough the gears and the road unwindsFriday night's been left behind me, don't remind me'Cause I never really wanted to be thereIt didn't matter that I was living for free thereSeventy-five, down Skelly DriveI got a funny feeling I'm falling andI think that mother nature is callingBike's running fine, since 1969I'd run it wide open but I'd hit a railI don't really want to spend another night in jailFour on the floor, half dozen moreEverybody stayed until morningSomeone in the back room is snoringDownstairs outside, still black as nightSun is coming up in an hour or twoI'm wide awake and wondering what to do
