Tekster: The Rolling Stones. Don't Wanna Go Home.

Every Thursday night I'm hanging in this balcony
Watching all the bodies heaving on the floor
And though my ears are ringing, the DJ keeps on spinning
Who's going to be the one to kick me right out the door?

We don't want to go home
We don't want to go home
We don't want to go home

I don't want to read a book, I don't want to watch TV
All this violent chatter's just got me bored
And though my feet got blisters, I want to dance with your sister
Though my back is aching and all my limbs are sore

We don't want to go home
We don't want to go home
We don't want to go home
We don't want to go home
Never want to be alone
We don't want to go home

Keep the music blasting, keep the lights turned way down low
It's hard to look your best around half past five
Tell those other ruins they better go and grab their toothpaste
They better feel themselves lucky if they ever get out alive

We don't want to go home
We don't want to go home
We don't want to go home....
We just want to get stoned
We don't want to go home