Hit the highway

(Verse One)
All week long
I’ve been waiting
All day long
Anticipating

All the time
Daydreaming
Of all the girls
Rubbing sunscreen in

I'm looking at the clock
The damn thing must have stopped
Then it’s finally 6 o’clock
So now it’s time to rock!

(Chorus)
Hit the highway
Out on the open road
No place to be
But we’ve got some place to go,
Surfboard on the roof, and the backseat full of beer,
Finally, the weekend is here!

(Verse Two)
Next week
You’re coming with me
Ditch the heels
The suit and the city

Take off
Where no-one can reach you
Can’t surf?
I can teach you

Pizza every night
And kiss by candle light
We’ll find somewhere out of sight
And kick it through the night

(Chorus)
Hit the highway
Out on the open road
No place to be
But we’ve got some place to go
Surfboard on the roof, and the backseat full of beer,
Finally, the weekend is here!


(Bridge)
Leave on Friday, back on Monday
Lie around Saturday & Sunday
Playing poker, surfing, swimming
Come along, we’ll go skinny-dipping

(Chorus)
Hit the highway
Out on the open road
No place to be
But we’ve got some place to go,
Surfboard on the roof, and the backseat full of beer,
Finally, the weekend is here.

(Chorus)
Hit the highway
Out on the open road
No place to be
But we’ve got some place to go
Stick your bag and board 
In your battered old Range Rover
Sad to say, the Weekend’s over.

Hit the highway
Wave goodbye as you round the bend
We’re coming back next weekend.


Peter Murphy (Apra) / Michael Wheeler (Apra)