Whole Lotta Nothin' Goin' On Songtext
von The Del-Lords

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
So, um, uh, big guy, uh, what do you want to do tonight?
Uh, you know, my big boy is, uh, supposed to do all the stick writing
Friday night videos
TV? Again? No way!
It′s Friday night

Sally's goin′ out tonight
Soon as the clock strikes one
She's pickin' up Freddy and Jimmy and Joan
And they′re lookin′ for some fun

Well, there's a whole lotta nothin′ goin' on
There′s a whole lotta nothin' goin′ on
Well, they can drive right around this whole damn town
But there's a whole lotta nothin' goin′ on
A whole lotta nothin′ goin' on

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Yo, babe, what′s up with that five mil' Camaro you got on?
Ooh, you look nice back in my hood


Every damn place is a red light
Every damn body′s on drugs
But if you got your heart set on goin' out
Man, I hope you make a big bucks

Well, there′s a whole lotta nothin' goin' on
There′s a whole lotta nothin′ goin' on
Well, they can drive right around this whole damn town
But there′s a whole lotta nothin' goin′ on
A whole lotta nothin' goin′ on

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
(Bang, zoom)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
(Open the clubhouse, Paul Alice
Martin, out, out
Out
Your brother's on the ground, burn him out, Alice)


Alice's four dejected friends
Are slowly drivin′ home
They had about the worst time they ever did have
And I know they ain′t alone
Twelve and change for parking
And Andy Jackson just to get in
Four seventy-five for each damn beer
And a family dog follows them

Well, there's a whole lotta nothin′ goin' on
Whole lotta nothin′ goin' on
Well, they can drive right around this whole damn town
But there′s a whole lotta nothin' goin' on
A whole lotta nothin′ goin′ on

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
(Here we go again on a Saturday night)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
(Sunday morning and nothin' looks right)

Well, there′s a whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta nothin'
Whole lotta, whole lotta nothin′ goin' on, man
I can′t stand it
Where did my money go?
What am I sittin' on? God, I gotta jog
Uh, Spider-Dan, tell me where you at, huh?
Scotty-Bob, come on, please
Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy
I'm with you, man
I′m tired of being Saturday