Here it is, Friday
Drownin' my troubles
Knockin' down the doubles
'Cause it's happy hour
Over in the corner an old piano
Bobby knows how great those old songs are
For he will play your request
For a drink or a dollar
Popping boogie woogie
And it all sounds nice
But it doesn't matter how you holler
Bobby never plays the same thing twice
Oh...
Bobby don't stop
We're just gettin' started
On somethin' so hot
And it feels so right
Give it all that you've got
For all those broken-hearted
Lovers and losers are cryin' tonight
Saturday night
Bobby's still cookin'
Playin' that piano like there's no tomorrow
The crowd's all shoutin'
Every one of them lookin'
For some sweet song to ease their sorrow
Bobby don't stop
Well, we're just gettin' started
On somethin' so hot
And it feels so right
Give it all that you've got
For all those broken-hearted
Lovers and losers are cryin' tonight
All of a sudden
It's Sunday mornin'
Last call but you can't say when
Poor Bobby gives us one more song
To tide us over 'til the next weekend
Bobby don't stop
Well, we're just gettin' started
On somethin' so hot
And it feels so right
Give it all that you've got
For all those broken-hearted
Lovers and losers are cryin' tonight
Bobby don't stop
We're just gettin' started
On somethin' so hot
And it feels so right
Give it all that you've got
For all those broken-hearted
Lovers and losers are cryin' tonight
Bobby don't stop
We're just gettin' started
On somethin' so hot
And it feels so right
Give it all that you've got
For all those broken-hearted
Lovers and losers are cryin' tonight
Bobby don't stop
Well, we're just gettin' started
On somethin' so hot
And it feels so right
Give it all that you've got
For all those broken-hearted
Lovers and losers are cryin' tonight