(Rod Stewart / Gary Grainger)
You book the hotel I'll pack the bags honey
You phone the airlines I'll call a cab
When will you return well that all depends
Just tell your mother that you're staying with friends
Cuz I know that you're my best friend's girl
But it's the weekend I don't give a hell
I'll bring the red wine you bring the ludes
Your mother's doctor must be quite a dude
We'll hang the 'Don't Disturb' outside our door
I'm gonna rock you till your pussy's sore
Oh my sweet Diana I can't wait for the manana
There's a hotel down in Mexico just made for two
But I don't think you trust me and I can't say I blame you
My reputation precedes me you ain't never gonna leave me
Soon as we get there I'll go check in
Mr and Mrs Smith of Abilene
You get naked honey I'll get down
I'm gonna chase you around
and 'round and 'round and 'round
You say you can't stand monotony
I say what happened to fidelity
Dirty weekend made for two
Dirty Weekend
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