Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Party People…Friday Night’ by 911. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 911 or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Party, people, hey, it’s Friday night
We’re gonna rock this joint until the morning light
Crowd is jumping, hey, it feels all right
Forget Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, hey, it’s Friday night
Just another day, sitting watching the clock
Tick tock, tick tock, but it feels like it’s stopped
Wishing time away, pushing Monday through to Friday
I’m dreaming of the crowd; everybody’s hanging out
Soft top’s down, and we’re pumping the sounds
I can feel the vibe as we’re cruising the town
I can’t wait ’til Friday comes around
When the working week is done, got my money, and now, I’m gonna get
some
Party, people, hey, it’s Friday night
We’re gonna rock this joint until the morning light
Crowd is jumping, hey, it feels all right
Forget Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, hey, it’s Friday night
So, you all ready?
We just keep rocking on
Feeling good
Just ’til the break of dawn
Do what I gotta do, I’ll do what they say,
But I swear that ship is coming my way
I’m gonna kiss this place goodbye
I’m gonna chase my destiny
I’m gonna make it Friday every day
When the working week is done, got my money, and now, I’m gonna get
some
Party, people, hey, it’s Friday night
We’re gonna rock this joint until the morning light
Crowd is jumping, hey, it feels all right
Forget Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, hey, it’s Friday night
Party, people, hey, it’s Friday night
We’re gonna rock this joint until the morning light
Crowd is jumping, hey, it feels all right
Forget Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, hey, it’s Friday night
Bring, bring, telephone rings; tell me, baby, what you’re saying
I know, sometimes, it’s hard to take it; trust me, baby, just believe
it
Monday, I know it goes so slow; Tuesday, oh, I just don’t know
Wednesday drives you crazy; Thursday’s over, man, it’s Friday
Party, people, hey, it’s Friday night
We’re gonna rock this joint until the morning light
Crowd is jumping, hey, it feels all right
Forget Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, hey, it’s Friday night