Dirty Weekend Lyrics by Rod Stewart

Dirty Weekend

[rod stewart / gary grainger]

You book the hotel I�ll pack the bags honey
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?