Friday Night Saturday Morning
The Specials Lyrics


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Out of bed at eight am
Out my head by half past ten
Out with mates and dates and friends
That's what I do at weekends
I can't talk and I can't walk
But I know where I'm going to go
I'm going watch my money go
At the Locarno, no
When my feet go through the door
I know what my right arm is for
Buy a drink and pull a chair
Up to the edge of the dance floor
Bouncers bouncing through the night
Trying to stop or start a fight
I sit and watch the flashing lights
Moving legs in footless tights

I go out on Friday night
and I come home on Saturday morning

I like to venture into town
I like to get a few drinks down
The floor gets packed the bar gets full
I don't like life when things get dull
The hen party have saved the night
And freed themselves from drunken stags
Having fun and dancing in
A circle round their leather bags

But two o'clock has come again
It's time to leave this paradise
Hope the chip shop isn't closed
Cos' their pies are really nice
I'll eat in the taxi queue
Standing in someone else's spew




Wish I had lipstick on my shirt
Instead of piss stains on my shoes

Overall Meaning

The Specials’ Friday Night Saturday Morning is an incredibly insightful song about the highs and lows of weekend nights out. The singer describes his typical Friday night antics – going out with mates and friends, watching his money go at the Locarno, getting drunk and losing the ability to talk or walk. The song then moves on to describe the chaos that ensues inside the club with bouncers trying to stop fights and the flashing lights of the dance floor illuminating swinging legs clad in footless tights. The chorus of the song “I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning” captures the essence of the weekend and the behaviors that come with it.


The second half of the song takes a somewhat more reflective turn. The singer acknowledges that he enjoys his drinks, but doesn’t like life when things get dull. He enjoys venturing into town and discovering new things, such as hen parties dancing in circles around their leather bags. However, as with all good nights, two o’clock inevitably rolls around and the singer must say goodbye to his friends and leave the club. The song ends with him standing in a taxi queue, wishing he had lipstick on his shirt as opposed to pee stains on his shoes.


Overall, the song tells a simple, yet relatable story about the experiences one can have on a typical Friday night. It captures the highs: the excitement of going out with friends, the dancing, the drinking. And it also captures the lows – the fights, the vomit, and the inevitable feeling of regret come the following morning.


Line by Line Meaning

Out of bed at eight am
I wake up early in the morning


Out my head by half past ten
I start drinking in the morning and continue throughout the day


Out with mates and dates and friends
I spend time with my friends and romantic partners


That's what I do at weekends
This is my weekend routine


I can't talk and I can't walk
I am inebriated and cannot communicate or move well


But I know where I'm going to go
Despite my current state, I have a destination in mind


I'm going watch my money go
I plan on spending my money on entertainment and alcohol


At the Locarno, no
This is the specific venue I am going to


When my feet go through the door
As soon as I enter the establishment


I know what my right arm is for
I am reaching for my wallet to buy drinks


Buy a drink and pull a chair
Get a drink and find a place to sit


Up to the edge of the dance floor
I am close to the area where people are dancing


Bouncers bouncing through the night
Security personnel are patrolling the venue


Trying to stop or start a fight
They are attempting to prevent altercations or break them up


I sit and watch the flashing lights
I am observing the lights on the dance floor


Moving legs in footless tights
I see people dancing in stockings or tights without feet


I go out on Friday night
This is my routine for Friday evenings


and I come home on Saturday morning
I stay out all night and return the next day


I like to venture into town
I enjoy going out


I like to get a few drinks down
I enjoy drinking alcohol


The floor gets packed the bar gets full
As the evening progresses, the venue becomes crowded


I don't like life when things get dull
I dislike being bored


The hen party have saved the night
The group of women celebrating a bachelorette party have improved the atmosphere


And freed themselves from drunken stags
They are enjoying themselves without the presence of boorish men


Having fun and dancing in
They are enjoying the music and dancing together


A circle round their leather bags
Their belongings are piled up in a circle


But two o'clock has come again
It is getting late


It's time to leave this paradise
It is time to go home


Hope the chip shop isn't closed
I hope the food establishment is still open


Cos' their pies are really nice
I like the food served there


I'll eat in the taxi queue
I will eat while waiting for a taxi


Standing in someone else's spew
I am standing in vomit


Wish I had lipstick on my shirt
I wish I had different stains on my clothes


Instead of piss stains on my shoes
There are urine stains on my footwear




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Written by: TERRY HALL

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"Friday Night, Saturday Morning"

Out of bed at eight am
Out my head by half past ten
Out with mates and dates and friends
That's what I do at weekends
I can't talk and I can't walk
But I know where I'm going to go
I'm going watch my money go
At the Locarno, no

When my feet go through the door
I know what my right arm is for
Buy a drink and pull a chair
Up to the edge of the dance floor
Bouncers bouncing through the night
Trying to stop or start a fight
I sit and watch the flashing lights
Moving legs in footless tights

I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning

I like to venture into town
I like to get a few drinks down
The floor gets packed the bar gets full
I don't like life when things get dull
The hen party have saved the night
And freed themselves from drunken stags
Having fun and dancing in
A circle round their leather bags

I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning

But two o'clock has come again
It's time to leave this paradise
Hope the chip shop isn't closed
Cos' their pies are really nice
I'll eat it in the taxi queue
Stand in someone else's spew
Wish I had lipstick on my shirt
Instead of piss stains on my shoes

I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning

Sing along folks !



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Everton Silverano

Poor Terry. So poignant hearing these beautifully real lyrics now... A world away from older age and death. God bless Terry Hall, working class hero.

Patricia Olkiewicz

RiP Terry. This was the stuff, honest and real.🇬🇧

Felicien Evert

@Patricia Olkiewicz The best song he has ever written. My god, all the times I sang this song. Pissed and struggling to find my way home at 4 am. RIP Terry.

Patricia Olkiewicz

@Felicien Evert Agree!xx

Janie Runaway

Bass line, organ solo and Terry’s delivery are EVERYTHING.

John Chesterman

Amen brother!!

Janie Runaway

@John Chesterman I'm a sister, brother! Lol

John Chesterman

@Janie Runaway 😂 apologies sister 😂👍

Herivelto Jorge de souza

This song is my life from 19 till 54 years old.

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