You’re running out of patience, running out of timenThere’s nothing like a dirty dream to occupy your mindnDon’t you worry, we’ve got people who will keep you in linennAll I want is somebody to say it’s gonna be alright,nIt’s gonna be okaynnFriday night in the citynAll the money men talk on their phonesnI never seen you so prettynI never seen you so coldnDon’t you worry, we’ve got people who will take you homennAll I want is somebody to say it’s gonna be alright,nIt’s gonna be okaynAll I want is somebody to say it’s gonna be alright,nIt’s gonna be okayn