By Tony (Sully) Sullivan



Friday night has come again, my

Work I can put down,

Gather up my mates, and we'll

Ramble round the town.

Hearing all the gossip,

Meeting all the crowd,

The band it is too loud!






Closing time, we're hungry

Anything will suffice,

Fish and chips or pizza

Curried beef and rice. Last

Orders have been called for,

Taxi's on it's way,

Hangover coming next day.




In, Irish pub and lager bar, we'll

Go and have a joke;

Bustling through the crowds, of

Guys and gals and smoke.

Whisky beer and lager,

Chatting up a girl, my

Head is in a whirl.







Friday night, on the town

Friday night, on the town


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