All the village people run around run around, they don’t know which way to go Tuned cars with funny stickers low suspension drive around what will happen friday night?
Old songs, old cars, old disc jockey like a monkey in a cage
The village square gets revived when trash arrives, alcohol fragrance in the air When the waves get high, village bank aside, pushes fellowship out for a run,, been like this for 50 years which is very near, because no one expresses any fear
All the village people run around run around, they don’t know which way to go Friday night, it gets tight, drunken men delirium zen
Morning shout over and out