43 Degrees

The sun sets on the evening, she's squinting in the light
Her heart is set on leaving, we're welcoming the night
She ties her hair up slowly with sadness in her eyes
"I'm sick to death of England, rainy summer skies"
I place my arm around her and wave away a frown
"Tonight I'm gonna take you out, we're tearing-up the town"
No need for flights or 43 Degrees
We don't have sandy beaches but it's gonna be a breeze

We're heading on a mission, her friends have come to meet her
Loosen inhibitions with another Margarita
Balearic beats within us and we're heading for the bars
You're never gonna stop us now, the weekend's come, its ours

'cause Friday night, and Saturday night, every night

All we want to do is get high, all we want to do is get high
All we want to do is get high, all we want to do
All we want to do is get high, all we want to do is get high
All we want to do is get high, all we want to do

And the feeling is ecstatic, her troubles are beneath her
Through the ceiling, through the attic, to the soundtrack of Ibiza
I've never seen her move so much, you should have seen her
The weekend takes her out of touch, nothing comes between us

I place my arm around her, she's got me on my knees
Franco and Maria and it's 43 Degrees

'cause youth is standing on our side, we're never looking back
Another beat, another tide, another thrill, another track

'cause Friday night, and Saturday night, every night

All we want to do is get high, all we want to do is get high
All we want to do is get high, all we want to do
All we want to do is get high, all we want to do is get high
All we want to do is get high, all we want to do

Friday night, and Saturday night, every night