Friday night, boys and girls I see Drunk and running around like ants They all just want to be heard and seen Speaking their minds and taking their stance Some are real happy, and some are mean Some are just looking for quick romance They want to be part of the popular scene So they dress the part and take their chance Boys and girls are acting real strange Pretending they're welders and cowboys and such Buying old work gear from the exchange But you can tell their hands don't do very much Saying me, me, me, me, me more cowboy than you! I swear that I'm working class through and through Saying me, me, me more cowboy than you! Everyone is glued to their flicking screens Faces illuminated in the dark Their pockets are full, and their cars are clean Their biggest worry is where they should park So if you see cowboy hats and boots Chances are it's on daddy's dime They're all in the bathroom snortin' their toot Having a mighty expensive time Saying me, me, me, me, me more cowboy than you! I swear that I'm working class through and through Saying me, me, me more cowboy than you!