Dirty Weekend Lyrics by Rod Stewart

Dirty Weekend Lyrics

    (Rod Stewart / Gary Grainger)

    You book the hotel I'll pack the bags honey
    You phone the airlines I'll call a cab
    When will you return well that all depends
    Just tell your mother that you're staying with friends
    Cuz I know that you're my best friend's girl
    But it's the weekend I don't give a hell

    I'll bring the red wine you bring the ludes
    Your mother's doctor must be quite a dude
    We'll hang the 'Don't Disturb' outside our door
    I'm gonna rock you till your pussy's sore

    Oh my sweet Diana I can't wait for the manana
    There's a hotel down in Mexico just made for two
    But I don't think you trust me and I can't say I blame you
    My reputation precedes me you ain't never gonna leave me

    Soon as we get there I'll go check in
    Mr and Mrs Smith of Abilene
    You get naked honey I'll get down
    I'm gonna chase you around
    and 'round and 'round and 'round
    You say you can't stand monotony
    I say what happened to fidelity
    Dirty weekend made for two
    Just me and you honey
    I wanna love that can last for ages
    not the trash you've been giving to strangers

    Don't want to make your two big brothers brothers annoyed
    Do you think you'll get the polaroid?

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