Текст: Eddie Cochran. Weekend.

Friday night, every thing's right for the weekend
Crazy clothes, anything goes on the weekend
John called Ann and Jim got Sue
I made a date with little ol' you

Out we went to make a big ten on the weekend
Boy, it's great just a stayin' out late on the weekend
Know a spot, I like it a lot, on the weekend
Took the road to Look-out hill
The view up there is sure a thrill

What a night to hold you tight on the weekend
There we were just sittin' cool and cosy
Just about to steal a little kiss
The police with a flashlight rightfully nosy

Said, holy mackerel, what is all this?
Car top down, just ridin' around on the weekend
Took a chance on crashin' a dance on the weekend
We were almost inside the place
Somebody slammed the door in my face

Hey you guys, you gotta wear ties on the weekend
No harm done, just a havin' some fun on the weekend
That was all, we had a big ball on the weekend