I wear my jacket second hand
Pinned on, a badge – my favourite band
A chunk of jelly in my hair,
To keep it standing up high
It’s Friday night, they’re running late
I’m standing, waiting at the gate
At least I’ll get a window seat
Not in the middle
Five of us piled in a Citroën GS
18 years old, and identically dressed
First taste of freedom, cruising around
Bracing ourselves for a night out of town
It’s our night, all night
It’s our night, all night
Slapped on the old man’s aftershave
Now, I’m regretting my mistake
The scent is hitting us in waves
And there is nowhere to hide
I brought a couple of cassettes
My choices haven’t made it yet
The driver’s playing Patti Smith
That’s all we’re hearing
The man at the wheel knows he’s running the show
Over the border, that’s where we’re all going
One stop to change money, punt for a pound
Bracing ourselves for a night out of town
It’s our night, all night
It’s our night, all night
I want her attention, but what do I do
I just keep my eyes on the floor, and stare at my shoes
She tips my glass, it overflows
She’s casually stepping on my toes
Is that a come on, hard to know
I’m not complaining
The music is pumping, we’re glued to the spot
Won’t take off our jackets, no matter how hot
Having a blast while we’re wearing a frown
Brace yourselves girls, it’s our night out of town
It’s our night, all night
It’s our night, all night
It’s our night, all night
It’s our night, all night