Dirty Weekend

You book the hotel, I'll pack the bags, honey You phone the airlines, I'll call a cab When will you return? Well, that all depends Just tell your mother that you're staying with friends Because I know that you're my best friend's girl But it's the weekend, I don't give a hell I'll bring the red wine, you bring the ludes Your mother's doctor must be quite a dude We'll hang the 'Don't Disturb' outside our door I'm gonna rock you 'til your pussy's sore Oh, my sweet Diana, I can't wait for the mañana There's a hotel down in Mexico just made for two But I don't think you trust me, and I can't say I blame you My reputation precedes me, you ain't never gonna leave me Soon as we get there, I'll go check in Mr. and Mrs. Smith from Abilene You get naked, honey, I'll get down I'm gonna chase you around, and 'round, and 'round, and 'round You say you can't stand monotony I say what happened to fidelity? Dirty weekend made for two Just me and you honey I want a love that can last for ages Not the trash you've been giving to strangers Don't want to make your two big brothers annoyed But do you think you'll get the Polaroid, oh?