Friday night at midnight   Looking for what I need   I heard a tale that somewhere   That a dude had a real go at me      So like a rat race cowboy   I slipped into the human zoo   Headed down some trouble   Got myself a drink or two      Well I took to the streets   And I took to the bars    Marched right in but I didn’t get far   Manager said hey boy there’s the door   But I didn’t leave until I evened the score      chorus   I gotta face the hangman   Gotta pay for what I done   I gotta face the hangman    Or by the noose I swing   In the morning sun      Like a tipsy gypsy   Looking like I’d been had   But like the story says    This wild-eyed boy is bad      I got a police squad car   Taxi to the local slam    They said   Son you’re gonna pay for what you’ve done   But I don’t give a damn      Just cause I like to drink and dance all night   An alley cat brawl in an old fist fight      Give me no lip boy or I’ll kick you in the mouth   Watch you head fly north and your teeth fly south      chorus      Now the judge looked and me and said    "that boy… he definitely be guilty"   Ooooh let him swing      solo      chorus   chorus