It's Friday night and we've bin paid
us lads from 'factory floor
so now we're gone down to th'arcade
to show them all what for.
In drainpipe jeans and Oxford shirts
us lads from 'factory floor
we makes a beeline for the skirts
to see if we can score.
Reeking of sweat and pheromones
us lads from 'factory floor
living the dream of the Rolling Stones
in nineteen sixty-four.
Our chat-up lines are all first class
us lads from 'factory floor
so arm in arm wi' lucky lass
we go through 'palaise door.
We drink and dance and try our luck
us lads from 'factory floor
but good girls never give a - chance
that's not what they're here for.
Reeking of sweat and pheromones
us lads from 'factory floor
living the dream of the Rolling Stones
in nineteen sixty-four.