Weekends

New York, New York

Warhol, heroes

Walk, don't walk

And the pavements steam

Cruising the streets

With de Niro

It's like being in love

And it's making me scream

Fly down to Rio Mardi Gras

(Fly down to Rio Mardi Gras)

Hanging round with your favourite rebel star

Even Russia's really near

(Even Russia's really near)

So how come we always end up here

Weekends, week in, week out

Sometimes you think

In the long run

Everything will be fine

But quick as you blink

There's no long run

Just a slow, painful track

To the end of the line

Think of Paris in the spring

(Think of Paris in the spring)

Hear those Notre Dame bells ring

(Are they real are they real are they real)

Bring in early morning tea

Pretty good idea

So how come we always end up here

Weekends, week in, week out

Matching the wit of a banker

Scrimp and shave to be Victor Kiam

Or swan on a beach in Sri Lanka

Just like Duran Duran

So what about me, repetition

Reassures me and keeps me clear

Every weekend, week in, week out

How come we always end up here

What about me going nowhere

Weekends, week in, week out

What about me going nowhere

Weekends, week in, week out

What about me going nowhere

Weekends, week in, week out

What about me going nowhere

Weekends, week in, week out

Time's running out