Music, Craig Webb, Lyrics, Roger Coghill
Friday night and I’m feelin’ fine
Friday night with a glass of wine
Friday night, everything’s just fine
On my way and I’m in a whirl
On my way to my sweetest girl
On my way, and everything’s just fine.
Now my heart’s a pound
Can’t you hear the sound?
Two feet off the ground
Friday’s come around.
Off to dance and dine.
Everything’s just fine.