It's Friday night and i'm alone,
The stars are out and i'm at home,
Feel like [bad word] alive,
See the knuckles turning white.
It's Friday night and no-ones home,
I'm in this city all alone,
Feel like a carnival tonight,
Strap it up and take a ride, ride, woohoo

And round and round she goes,
And where she stops no-one knows x 2

Feel [bad word] on, feel [bad word] on now.

I got your money

Woohoo I got your money
Woohoo I'll treat you honey
Woohoo I'll keep you up for days
I got your sugar,
I'll be your hooker
I'll keep you up for days.

Saturday night i'm [bad word] stoned, stoned
While all the suckers got the jones, jones
I'm on the freeway gonna blow, blow
The red lights saying, go, go

Saturday night i'm [bad word] gone, gone
And all my friends are saying don't, don't
The world is flashing like a strobe, strobe
And push the pedal saying woah, woah [bad word] 
I got your money
hold on hold on
I'll treat you honey
hold on hold on
I got your money

I got your money

Woohoo I got your money
Woohoo I'll treat you honey
Woohoo I'll keep you up for days
I got your sugar,
I'll be your hooker
I'll keep you up for days.

Its sunday morning, i'm with you
How did I end up in this room
I'm in a bed that isn't mine,
The walls are closing in tight, tight
Its sunday morning, i'm with you you
Your voice is like a sonic boom, boom
And round and round she goes,
And where she stops no-one knows x 3
It's Friday night and i'm alone,
The stars are out and i'm at home,
Feel like [bad word] alive,
See the knuckles turning white.
It's Friday night and no-ones home,
I'm in this city all alone,
Feel like a carnival tonight,
Strap it up and take a ride, ride, woohoo

And round and round she goes,
And where she stops no-one knows x 2

Feel [bad word] on, feel [bad word] on now.

I got your money

Woohoo I got your money
Woohoo I'll treat you honey
Woohoo I'll keep you up for days
I got your sugar,
I'll be your hooker
I'll keep you up for days.

Saturday night i'm [bad word] stoned, stoned
While all the suckers got the jones, jones
I'm on the freeway gonna blow, blow
The red lights saying, go, go

Saturday night i'm [bad word] gone, gone
And all my friends are saying don't, don't
The world is flashing like a strobe, strobe
And push the pedal saying woah, woah [bad word] 
I got your money
hold on hold on
I'll treat you honey
hold on hold on
I got your money

I got your money

Woohoo I got your money
Woohoo I'll treat you honey
Woohoo I'll keep you up for days
I got your sugar,
I'll be your hooker
I'll keep you up for days.

Its sunday morning, i'm with you
How did I end up in this room
I'm in a bed that isn't mine,
The walls are closing in tight, tight
Its sunday morning, i'm with you you
Your voice is like a sonic boom, boom
And round and round she goes,
And where she stops no-one knows x 3