Here we all are, sitting very comfortably

Playing our guitars like a load of loonies

People are saying we’re all out of tune

The drummer’s gone crazy, he’s away

with the fairies on the moon

 

Jamming on a Friday night

Is what we love doing

It’s the best thing in the world

 

It would make a nice change to not upset

the neighbours

To act responsibly, not be like a bunch

of ravers

The trouble is, we know only one song

Then during the chorus the dog sings along

 

Jamming on a Friday night

Is what we love doing

It’s the best thing in the world

 

Now we don’t care about people’s opinions

Because over playing badly,

we have no dominion

Singing too high or flat is what we enjoy

Those who don’t like us can go and play

with their own toys

 

Jamming on a Friday night

Is what we love doing

It’s the best thing in the world

Oh It’s the best thing in the world!