[Interlude]
"All right, good week, guys, ah, see you on Monday
Yeah, nah" "Yeah, whatever you fat fuck" "Great stuff, guys
Great, great work" "Hey, Tom, you should come round to my
Pad after work, man" "Yeah, bro, I'm off, ayy. Oh, yeah, I'd love to, bro"
"Play some Xbox" "But so busy, bro. So busy" Oh, you sure, man?"
"I'll give you a text, bro. I'll give you a text"
"Oh, just... but you haven't got my number, bro!
I'll see you, Monday, bro!"

[Chorus: Tom Scott, Esther Stephens]
And I'm living for right now
I just wanna blaze my mind now
So if you got bud then light up
Tonight, we're gonna smoke till lights out
Yeah, and I'm on my way to high town
So everybody pass the wine round
It's just another Friday night out
And all I'm thinkin' 'bout is right now

[Verse 1: Tom Scott, Esther Stephens]
Yeah, it's three to six, and I need a fix
So I take my bike down to PAK'nSAVE, 'cause they got cheaper licks
Feeling sick like I've been eating bricks
'Cause all that I got inside the pantry is Weet-Bix and Eta chips
And all the bud I got is seeds and sticks
So I text my bro, 'cause he let's me do the cheeky ticks
Then get a feed at Vic, eat it quick, leave a tip
Sweet, that's it, need to skip back to base, clean the kicks
I spend the whole week rapping alone
In a shack on my own, now I'm back in the zone
So I pick up the phone while I'm packing a cone
"What you doing, bro?" "Jack" "Where you at?" "I'm at home"
"Sweet bro, bring a box of heiny and a pipe 'round
Then we'll get a cab, get it to drop us off by town
Heard there's something happening at this place, kinda high-brow"
"All right, pal, I'm down. When you gonna ride 'round?"
"Ha, right now" "Chur, bro"
Box under my arm, kick my bike into turbo
I heard that Substance is up at Fu Bar
Brody's playing up at Khuja, so I'm down if you are
Anywhere but Asta, that's a fag bar
That's where all the dogs go 'cause that's where the cats are
You know all the Cheetahs looking for a Jaguar
Cats drinking tigers, rap stars in dad's car
All I really wanna do is chill with my oddballs
And drink drive through the cop stops in a hotbox
I'm goin' to [?] where the cats pop lock
With a couple scotch shots, shit, I might just do some top rocks
Anything could happen when I'm high off spots
Doing foxtrots, poppin' pills like they're cough drops
We in the chop block clubs full of top dogs
In odd socks and tops that I got from op shops
[Chorus: Tom Scott, Esther Stephens]
Living for right now
Yeah, I just wanna blaze my mind now
So if you got bud then light up
Tonight, we're gonna smoke till lights out
Yeah, yeah, and I'm on my way to high town
So everybody pass the wine round
It's just another Friday night out
And all I'm thinkin' 'bout is right now

[Verse 2: Tom Scott, Esther Stephens]
I ain't out on the town yelling out cash bank
Chasing a flash skank
That's always on E, like my gas tank
Ain't in the club on a wife hunt
Where the bouncer's got a small dick so he acts like one
That's why I steer clear of anywhere near there
'Cause the beer there's dearer than a flippin' airfare
And I don't fit in with my weird gear
Need to go somewhere like Cheers where everybody's [?] there
I like the quiet clubs, no one likes
Cheap shacks with broken lights, sweet cats and open mics
Relax and smoking pipes, just moving to the next
With nothing on my mind and Truent on the decks
Or some other DJ B-grade junkie
Like some Mariner recluse or just something funky
I'm into Stormin' Norman, I love Manuel Bundy
But I'm kinda g-g-g-g-goofy and gumby
But right now I'm pretty wasted
Might go and watch the Unseen play at Basement
Wish that Opensouls were on, man, they're my favourite
Bjorn, he's the man, and that dude on the bass chip
I'm gonna paint the town like a spray-can
See the same band from last week, 'cause they were way bad
And if they ain't, text my mate Sam
'Cause he's the kinda dude that knows the kinda dude with an escape plan
I'm feeling like some kind of funk might be kinda fun
Might see the Shade till they're playing up at Rising Sun
Then No Keys is in, playing '90s thump
Then Julien Dyne at 1, that guy can drum
So whether I'll be on the brew, white wine, or rum
I'm gonna be fucked up when the night is done
I'm on a mission to find the fun
I got a liver made of steel and an iron lung, and I say
[Chorus: Tom Scott, Esther Stephens]
Right now
Yeah, I just wanna blaze my mind now
So if you got bud then light up
Tonight, we're gonna blze till lights out
Yeah, and I'm on my way to high town
So everybody pass the wine round
It's just another Friday night out (It's just another Friday)
And all I'm thinkin' 'bout is right now (Right now)

[Interlude: Tom Scott]
Yeah
'Cause it ain't, "Let's all get by-day"
It's all "Let's get high-day"
Let's get fucked up sideways, y'know? It's Friday
So don't kill my buzz like fly spray
Fuck those games that your mind plays
This ain't the ice age
It's Friday, yeah, and we're living for

[Bridge: Tom Scott & Esther Stephens]
Slow down, everybody, just
Slow down, if you got it, then
Roll it up (Uh)
If you wanna get stoned now, don't hold out
Slow down, everybody, just
Slow down, if you got it, then
Roll it up (Uh)
If you wanna get stoned now, don't hold out
[Outro: Esther Stephens]
One of these things is good for us
The other is just enough
So make your mind up
'Fore your time's up
The message is right in front of us
You better not miss the bus
So don't you break down
Let’s escape now
Baby