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Lyrics
Verse 1
Five days grafting on factory floors
Boss keeps shouting, we ignore
Steel-toe boots and broken backs
Counting hours, watching clocks
Pre-Chorus
Whistle blows — we’re out the gate
Pub lights on, we celebrate
Chorus
Weekend belongs to us tonight
Boots on pavement, fists held tight
Sing it loud, don’t need no crown
Working class, we run this town
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Verse 2
Pints go up, the lads all shout
Football songs are pouring out
Scarves held high, voices raw
Living life by terrace law
Pre-Chorus
Win or lose — we stand as one
Under streetlights, having fun
Chorus
Weekend belongs to us tonight
Boots on pavement, fists held tight
Sing it loud, don’t need no crown
Working class, we run this town
⸻
Bridge
No silver spoon, no golden name
Just pride, our crew, our claim to fame
You can’t buy what we have here
Blood and sweat and mates and beer
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Final Chorus
Weekend belongs to us tonight
Hearts of iron, ready to fight
Side by side till morning sun
Working class — forever young
Details
GeneratedFeb 16, 2026
Duration2:27
LanguageEnglish
Style
male, oi!, East London, working Class, skinheads
Credits
Prompt byOizone
ModelAria v5
