Friday night, I'm on my way home   They oughtta make work a crime   I'm home for the weekend   Gonna make the most of my time   There's a rock and roll singer   On the television   Givin' up his music, gonna take up religion      Abandoned rock and roll to try to save his soul      Saturday night, got a gig with the band   Playin' the electric guitar   Someday, I'm gonna make it   Gonna be a super-duper star   Buy a big flashy car   And a house for my ma   The big break better happen soon   'cause I'm pushin' twenty-one      Just like Cinderella,   when she couldn't go to the ball   (a voice said), “I'm your fairy manager,   you shall play Carnegie Hall.”   Gotta give up your day job   To become a heart throb   I may go far   If I smash my guitar      Away for the weekend, I gotta play some one-night stands   Six for the taxman and one for the band   Back in the studio to make our latest number one   Take 276, you know this used to be fun...      Sunday mornin', I just got home   Six and the birds are singin'   I need a drink, and my clothes are wet   Ooh and my ears are still ringin'   There's a rock and roll singer   Boppin' on the TV   He used to be a preacher   But now he sings in a major key      Amended his decision to the new religion