You'll entertain her, cos you're the weekenderAnd she'll take you up the town tonight, every nightIn her Cortina, she'll love the weekenderAs Ignatius in pub car parks just after darkAnd all you want is to wake and to know she'll be thereYou'll play the martyr to love the weekenderIn the hope that she will stay tonight, just tonightShe'll say she'll love you, oh love the weekenderWhen she's run out of time to kill, you'll want her stillAnd all you want is to wake and to know she'll be thereAll you want is to wake and to knowAll you want is to wake and to know she'll be thereAll you want is to wake and to knowAll you want is to wake and to knowAll you want is to wake and to know