Tackhead - Strange Things lyrics

Strange things happen on a Friday night, boy meets girl, there's a lot of hugging and kissing, under the golden moon there shines a silver light, oh I'd like to be one of them, but I'm just a wandering sheep, a wandering sheep on this island, with no one to love me, with no one to care for me, that's why I say, someone please take my hand and let us go, I keep on thinking I wish that it was me.