I'm going out I don't care to part my hair on weekends. I'll hit the town And look for my peeps under the street-side lights Carry off each other's frown Look you'll see me upside-down With some poor old dressing gown Tryin' to wash the worry out We've got no gold You just stare as I declare the evenings come Shake the sun's weight from us So we can sing 'Shamona!' all night! Carry off each other's frown Look you'll see me upside-down With some poor old dressing gown Tryin' to wash the worry out We're underneath All the things you'd need To commandeer us Looking through your feet There's a chance you'll see Just how my home-boys ride Carry off each other's frown Look you'll see me upside-down With some poor old dressing gown Tryin' to wash the worry out