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Everyone goes a bit mad on a friday night
Everyone is a bit sad until they see the light
Double speed your head spins your muscles go all tight
If i were a lovebird i could just take flight
I wish i were a kingfisher perched upon a lock
I wish i were a kingfisher cos fishings all ive got
I wish i were a kingfisher with my flash of blue
I wish i were a kingfisher instead of being like you
Everyone likes a good ruck on a friday night
Careful which way you look if you wanna fight
Trouble brews your head goes somethings not quite right
If i were a lovebird i could just take flight
Everyone lives out their lives at a hundred miles an hour
Everyone loves a punch up where is flower power
Rubble from the last stand crumbles like a tower
If i were a lovebird i wouldnt be this sour