LYRICS:
Friday Night at the Ice Cream Stand
© 2006 - Charlie Cheney
3:19 A-D-G-C
Well it's Friday night
And I'm feeling like a really big man
With a pocket full of quarters
And a snow cone in my hand
I'm leaning on the juke box
Pounding on the arcade games
Watching Sal burn burgers
On his world famous charcoal flames
There's a pom-pom squad
In the booth in the corner
Shook-a-shooka boom-bah
But Sal rolls his eyes
Cuz all they drink is water
It's Friday night at the ice cream stand
It's Friday night at the ice cream stand
Well the alpha-sig girls
Just drove in from college
One got her daddy's car
And she's using up the privilege
Her hairs dyed blonde
And her lipstick's a frosted rose
And she's painting the ceiling
With the rouge from her upturned nose
And that pom-pom squad
In the booth in the corner
Shook-a-shooka boom-bah
Are all dreamin' 'bout bein'
Alpha-sig girls next quarter
It's Friday night at the ice cream stand
It's Friday night at the ice cream stand
This is better than being at home
This is better than being alone
Being alone...
Johnny's in the lot
Pitchin' pennies with the vagrants
They're bleedin' him dry
But what the hell
It's just a couple of cents
And me I'm living large
With a burger on a barstool
I'm jawing with Sal
And acting like the royal court fool
And that pom-pom squad
In the booth in the corner
Shook-a shooka boom-bah
Are all gettin' up to leave
And they're primping in the mirror
It's Friday night at the ice cream stand
It's Friday night at the ice cream stand