Friday night's here, what's the scene?
Nothing to do, y'know what I mean?
Nothing on the telly, there is no late-night show
No shows in town, there is no place to go
Here we are nowhere, nowhere left to go
Is it a crime to be young
Cos every time we have some fun
They put us down and tell us that we're wrong
Every time they sing the same old song
Here we are nowhere maybe that's where we belong
You know it's not but what do we do
Don't look at me now I'm looking at you
And sitting there won't change a thing
Must we only wait and see what the future will bring