Weekend belongs to us

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

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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