Dan Webb - Weekends lyrics

On the bus, make a move Talking cheap, mirrored view On a lead without a clue Take a seat for twenty-two I see you in the back of the hideout You stand and walk towards 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 swig lament Hearing talk of moments past Here the words speak twice as fast I see you in the back of the hideout You stand and walk towards 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 your draggin' 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 Cos there's no time to go play 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