Four On The Floor Lyrics - Singles - Philmore

Four on the floor, knock on the door 

It's finally a quarter to eight and 

Looks like everybody's ready and waiting 

One of the guys, little beady eyes 

I guess he's feeling bad 'cause he can't go 

I said "I'm sorry bud, you've gotta stay home" 

Friday's gone and I'm feeling fine 

Saturday's been on my mind 

Sun comes up on yellow lines 

Through the gears and the road unwinds 

Friday night's been left behind me, don't remind me 

'Cause I never really wanted to be there 

It didn't matter that I was living for free there 

Seventy-five, down Skelly Drive 

I got a funny feeling I'm falling and 

I think that mother nature is calling 

Bike's running fine, since 1969 

I'd run it wide open but I'd hit a rail 

I don't really want to spend another night in jail 

Four on the floor, half dozen more 

Everybody stayed until morning 

Someone in the back room is snoring 

Downstairs outside, still black as night 

Sun is coming up in an hour or two 

I'm wide awake and wondering what to do