Five O’clock, Friday night, I don’t wanna stay, in tonight I gotta get away from the same routine, I gotta get away, from the same old Scene And I need to find you there, wash the sh** right outta my hair I need somebody to take away my despair So I’m at this club, and I meet this girl, but we’re miles apart, Different worlds And she’s asking me, all about Van Gough, I say he scored one, they Shouldn’t have taken him off And I need to find you there, wash the sh** right outta my hair I need somebody to take away my despair It’s getting late, I’m still here, and I see my chance, but I just Can’t dance So I wait a while, get myself a beer, and when I get back I’m the last One here And I need to find you there, wash the sh** right outta my hair I need somebody to take away my despair