Sweet fa

(Connolly/Priest/Scott/Tucker) Well it's friday night And I need a fight And if she don't spread I'm gonna bust her head The guy's gone mad 'Cause his chicks been had But what can we do When there's four of you Sweet f.a. - never gonna make it Sweet f.a. - people think we fake it Sweet f.a. - now we're gonna take it Sweet f.a. Try to pull me out Like a roustabout Gonna spend my bread Then I'll kick your head You're just my size But if you're so wise See the chick in black Maybe she'll come back Sweet f.a. - never gonna make it Sweet f.a. - people think we fake it Sweet f.a. - now we're gonna take it Sweet f.a. Yeah, the hurstle's now Really nice somehow See the street car scene From the black limousine Shout it out Let it all hang out But you won't get rough 'Cause it's all a bluff Sweet f.a. - never gonna make it Sweet f.a. - people think we fake it Sweet f.a. - now we're gonna take it Sweet f.a.