Its Friday night
My old mans probably
Turning up another bottle
While he chews on the fat
My old lady's in her apron never satisfied
She slaves all day and that's a fact

My baby sisters around somewhere
Turning every head in town
You know the cats really go
For some heels and a show
Wearing that gown
And some rings in her ears

Were just your modern day people
Just your model American trash
This house is not a home
And this street is my steeple
Your average age product of the working class

Well you can find me
I'll be on the square
Looking for a pretty thing
Without a care
We can get a little *****
We can have some fun
Lighting up til half past none

Were just your modern day people
Just your model American trash
This house is not a home
And this street is my steeple
Your modern age product of the working class