tuesday nite lying in my living room
the fon is ringing I'm sleeping til the afternoon
my old mate suddenly crashed at the station
he ask me out to have some pretty action

booze and girls and everything we need for fun

when we were young yelling on the crossroads
a bunch of guys rolling down the huge blocks
dance through the nite the DJs playing pingpong
since the last bottle I can dance like King Kong

old mate - it's been like we were fifteen
old mate - something will never change
old mate - a buddy I can always lean on
old mate - call me you're next time around