Friday night's here, what's the scene?   Nothing to do, y'know what I mean?   Nothing on the telly, there is no late-night show   No shows in town, there is no place to go   Here we are nowhere, nowhere left to go      Is it a crime to be young   Cos every time we have some fun   They put us down and tell us that we're wrong   Every time they sing the same old song   Here we are nowhere maybe that's where we belong      You know it's not but what do we do   Don't look at me now I'm looking at you   And sitting there won't change a thing   Must we only wait and see what the future will bring