text: Well Im running away
  From this house on the hill
  Theres a devil inside
  Sitting on the window sill
  And its a wild Friday night
  And Im all on my own
  I knocked on every door in town
  There isnt one little girl thats home
  And everybodys got a date
  And the ones that aint are tired
  What the hell do you do on a weekend honey
  When your hearts on fire
  And you can go from Tokyo to Rome
  Looking for a girl
  But it looks to me like the weekend means
  Heartache all over the world
  Girls, girls, girls
  Have pity on me
  Oh it looks to me like the weekend means
  Heartache, heartache all over the world
  Hes got lipstick on his collar
  Shes got fishnets on her legs
  Im at home and Ive got nothing
  Just a cold and aching head
  There must be something dirty
  Just blame it on the magazines
  Dont read that trash itll drive you crazy
  Because the cops invade your dreams