Weekends

New York, New York Warhol, heroes Walk, don't walk And the pavements steam Cruising the streets With de Niro It's like being in love And it's making me scream Fly down to Rio Mardi Gras (Fly down to Rio Mardi Gras) Hanging round with your favourite rebel star Even Russia's really near (Even Russia's really near) So how come we always end up here Weekends, week in, week out Sometimes you think In the long run Everything will be fine But quick as you blink There's no long run Just a slow, painful track To the end of the line Think of Paris in the spring (Think of Paris in the spring) Hear those Notre Dame bells ring (Are they real are they real are they real) Bring in early morning tea Pretty good idea So how come we always end up here Weekends, week in, week out Matching the wit of a banker Scrimp and shave to be Victor Kiam Or swan on a beach in Sri Lanka Just like Duran Duran So what about me, repetition Reassures me and keeps me clear Every weekend, week in, week out How come we always end up here What about me going nowhere Weekends, week in, week out What about me going nowhere Weekends, week in, week out What about me going nowhere Weekends, week in, week out What about me going nowhere Weekends, week in, week out Time's running out