Friday Night, Saturday Morning
We met in a nightclub, I bought her some whisky,
Then asked her to mine as they played the last song.
She smiled and her answer was funny and frisky:
"Of course, I'll come, honey, what took you so long?."
We'd only just done when the cock started crowing,
And up jumped the woman and sadly did say:
"I love you, my dear, but I'll have to be going,
For like it or not it's my wedding today."