Rod Stewart - Dirty Weekend lyrics

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