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