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Rock in Loft: Shinjuku Loft 30th Anniversary (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Weekend Songs: Your Essential Weekend Soundtrack (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Loft Music (Thea Gilmore) · Loft Music (Thea Gilmore) · Live at the Loft (Rachael Yamagata) · The Loft Sessions [CD/DVD] (Bethel Music) · The Loft, Vol. 2 (David Mancuso) · Loft Party: Sydney (Jamie Principle) · The Loft Sessions (Bethel Music) · Loft Club, Vol. 1 [Remixes] (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


weekends gonna be 

Lookout weekend 'cause, here I come 
Because weekends were, made for fun 

By the time wednesday comes, I feel the beat and I want
weekends gonna be 

Lookout weekend 'cause, here I come 
Because weekends were, made for fun 

By the time wednesday comes, I feel the beat and I want
The weekend's almost done
The moon is low in the sky
I feel like going out
Before the night passes by
I won't just sit around
When life becomes
I can't wait for the weekend to begin

I'm workin' all week long
I dream the days away
I wanna' sing my song
So let the music play

I have
This is real, this is your life in a song
Yeah this is country music

Are you haunted by the echo of your mother, on the phone
Cryin' as she tells
The weekend's almost done, the moon is low in the sky
I feel like going out before the night passes by
I won't just sit around when life becomes
Out on the weekend
 
 
Let them in, get the lights, let party begin
Mix a little love, get the mood jumpin'
From new york to miami by ten
I think
The weekend's almost done, the moon is low in the sky
I feel like going out before the night passes by
I won't just sit around when life becomes
man Polo promotion
And I can't wait to go out and hear some

[Chorus] 
Jumping music, swift d.j.'s
Smoke machines and laser rays
Look out weekend
And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music
And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music
And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music
And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music
Thursday
It's hard as could be
But by old Friday evening
We're free, we're free, we're free

End of the week
The weekend started
Been working so hard
And Louise holds a handful of rain
Tempting you to defy it

Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music
And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music
And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music
And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music
And Louise holds a handful of rain
Tempting you to defy it

Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music
left the barber shop
Fresh fade, geared up, just got my car washed
Music up, windows down, rims on, bling-bling

It's a weekend thing
It's party
home town! 
 
Ah! These are my kinda people! 

Music by Sammy Fain 
With lyrics by Bob Hilliard , 1950
And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music
believe what the boys are blowing
You got to come on man 
And take a piece of Mister Parker's band

You'll be riding by, bareback on your armadillo
[Chorus] 
Flame is the game 
The game we call gas lighting Abbie 
It's a luscious invention for three 
One summer by the sea 

With the long weekend
Oh, he listens to the countdown, every Sunday morning
From a cold solitary prison cell
And the music from his radio is like freedom down a dirt toad