Five days of struggling, of stress, of fatigue, thank goodness it's Friday for two days but it's over, tonight we go to life, six in the afternoon and it seems like the sun is shining, spring air even February Friday at this time resembles April, equivalent to miniskirt t-shirts, what a style! I play the dish if I like a nice go you shine like a star, tonight big game hunting with my packs, everyone at my house before dinner overdose of shower gel with the obligatory orders rigorous indiscipline then what kind of cuisine is combined, go for the Mexican this evening I want to be spicy in every situation, free your mind, don't think about anything, whatever happens, problems, see you on Monday, tonight I'll be a teenager again.
It's Friday, take away the stress of this week, finally it's Friday, forget your problems tonight you don't have them, we are shards of energy for the city, we are the reflection of the color that will dazzle you, and the music that brought us this far makes it seem like every day is a little Friday.
I keep the car radio so high that my interior explodes, it's the right evening to be bachelor and frivolous, I have a few minutes for an aperitif, the bartender as well as the Campari picks me up a smile I almost fall in love but what's with everyone on Friday epidemic of good mood tonight zero TG just throwing ourselves out like carnival in Rio you bring the desire to liven up the party then I'll take care of it go handsome I'm the bearer of the brothel the supporter of the slaughter on Fridays I do better give me a microphone and I melt it with funk ball that sticks like the paint on the walls doesn't give up shoots well transforms this crowd into a mass of kangaroos I'm the ball in the pinball machine the funky goalscorer after so many clashes look at how many points are in my top score, it's Friday today we harvest zero sowing J. AX in the direction of spaghetti funk lights up the scechera girl.
Mission at the counter a round of beer for everyone Becks I'm going Corona it's so that the champagne is left to the huppies on Fridays which cancels my routine after five days of being a good Richard Cunningam type tonight I snap my fingers like Arthur Fonzarelli, I do magic tricks like Tony Binarelli, I feel lucky I haven't even been kissed by Lady Luck Nancy Brilli, they try to frame me every day, tonight I advise you to let off steam a lot tomorrow sleep, mix every essence of this atmosphere drink life in a whole gulp we are shards of energy we spray the city with style tonight we are the color that imposes itself on the greyness, we hope that the music that brought us this far will bring a bit of Friday into every day

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