Sometimes I wanna go home, but not home alone  Calling all my single friends on the telephone  I know for sure when i get a few drinks down me  I'll be doing crazy shit for everyone to see  And I'll say, the DJ will play my song  All my friends went back home  Won't you play that song I'm stood all alone  Play my song  Is it Friday or Saturday I just do not know  Please just play the song  The chances of playing it are so low  Seems like I've been wating for so long  With the beer here there's no fear of being lame  And nothing around me ever seems to be the same  Fumbling and stubling well that's just me  Get back to the house and where's my fucking keys