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Mike McKasty in Albany, NY.
I was burned in the great Pine Hills underground fires of 1952.
Sep 23rd, 2009 @ 4:29 pm
Friday Night
One of Michael McKasty’s (not me, my patriarch) songs from the best year EVER: 1980.
There’s a sea of brake lights on the highway tonight
Some joker must have met his maker
If Billy don’t get down to Suzie’s by 8
Some other dude’s gonna take her
He’ll brave the traffic no matter how heavy
to meet this night so filled with promise
And we all get hungry at once it’s Friday Night
The disco johnny’s are salivating
it’s the end of the working week
it’s a culmination the fierce frustration
has just about reached it’s peak
the secretaries can’t wait to bury
their faces in brand new makeup
And we all get hungry at once it’s Friday Night
If your going out tonight
You had better wear something skin tight
If the good ole boys don’t get easy Mary
they’ll be looking to pick a fight
win or lose no matter whose
the taste of blood makes it alright
It’s a cleansing potion mixed with an ocean
of beer from an endless tap
And we all get hungry at once it’s Friday Night
