Weekends Songtext
von Dan Webb

On the bus, make your move
Talking cheap, mirror view
On a lead without a clue
Take a seat for twenty-two
I see you in the back of the hideout
You stand wall to wall to me
I don′t really wanna know what you do on weekends
I just wanna know what all the fuss is about
I don't really wanna know what you do on weekends
I just wanna know why they keep checking you out
Hearing talk of big events
Hearing squawk of sweet laments
Hearing talk of moments past
Hear the words speak twice as fast


I see you in the back of the hideout
You stand wall to wall to me
I don′t really wanna know what you do on weekends
I just wanna know what all the fuss is about
I don't really wanna know what you do on weekends
I just wanna know why they keep checking you out
You got lost in the basement, hit your head on the floor
Now you're dragging those flat feet right back to my door
Tell you to go away, you don′t like what I say
You gotta save it for later, got there no time to complain
I don′t really wanna know what you do on weekends
I just wanna know what all the fuss is about
I don't really wanna know what you do on weekends
I just really wanna know what it′s all about