Weekend In Paradise

The wheels have fallen off, it also signs of endin' You've had enough for hours, but you carried on pretendin' Your shoes have lost their shine, the convo's lost it's pace So now you're in a taxi feelin' feelings of disgrace You've never got no money 'cause of all the times you lend Was it a pointless three day bender Or a weekend in Paradise, my friend? The spring is in his step on Friday afternoon There's a feelin' sweepin' through the air All the lads are on the blower, they'll be finishin' soon In your mind you're already prepared I'll phone me man for sugar then I'll phone our kid 'Cause he'll cover it til I get paid Then you're out with all the firm an' you're off your lid Only confident, never afraid The night draws to a close and now there's nowhere to go You turn and look at one of your mates There's a lad he know from work and he lives alone So it's more sugar and a couple of crates Well, is it one of the times when it's all Worthwhile and you've had a scream? Or is it burning your bridges at both ends Same old scene since you were seventeen? Aw, now the wheels have fallen off, it also signs of endin' You've had enough for hours, but you carried on pretendin' Your shoes have lost their shine, the convo's lost it's pace So now you're in a taxi feelin' feelings of disgrace You've never got no money 'cause of all the times you lend Was it a pointless three day bender Or a weekend in Paradise, my friend? Some can handle it no more, some'll do it forever Spend your weeks walkin' round with your head to the floor No time for the news or the weather Your first pint on a Friday, your last gin on a Sunday mornin' It all creeps up on you in between No reasons why, no early warnin' Well, if it's one of the times when it's all Worthwhile and you've had a scream, that's alright Or is it burning your bridges at both ends Same old scene since you were seventeen? Aw, now the wheels have fallen off, it also signs of endin' You've had enough for hours, but you carried on pretendin' Your shoes have lost their shine, the convo's lost it's pace So now you're in a taxi feelin' feelings of disgrace You've never got no money 'cause of all the times youi lend Was it a pointless three day bender Or a weekend in Paradise, my friend?