Story Behind The Song
We are Fruedists, can't stand the women with the default power of sexuality, both of which we wish we had; sexuality, and power.
Song Description
Just a funny little song about that town run-around...you know the one.
| Song Length |
2:47 |
Genre |
Rock - Alternative, Rock - General |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Content, Pleased |
Subject |
Comedy, Funny |
Lyrics
Everybody get up, get up now
We're gonna have a freaking weekend in this town
Getting ready now your dressed up all pretty
Saturday, party's on, everybody's hot and heavy
Look in the mirror and your out the door
With your break up make up ready for the dance floor
We wanna hit it and we all admit it
Every punk ass drunk ass trying to figure out your digits
And here you come being all selective...
Grinding all up on me is your main objective now...
(Chorus)
Get up, rolling with the guys Little Miss Tease ain't leaving till the sunrise.
Little lady making every single guy crazy
Offering up yourself, guilt don't ever seem to faze ya
A different night with a different man
Never knowing where your going, aint nobody gonna understand
You're breaking necks with them fish nets Shorty
Won't know your name 'till tomorrow morning
But right about now, we got to get down
Have a freaking weekend in this town.
(Chorus)
Mascara's running, everybody's coming back.
(Keep coming back, Keep coming back, Keep coming...
Keep coming back, Keep coming back, Keep coming...
Keep coming back, Keep coming back, Keep coming...
Keep coming back now from the other side of the tracks.)
(Chorus)
Her Mascara's running, everybody's coming back.
Mascara's running, everybody's coming back.
Mascara's running, she ain't coming back.
Mascara's running, she ain't coming back.