Itâ€™s three oâ€™clock in the morning. And theyâ€™re sayinâ€™ youâ€™ve had enough. But you want another drink. Good old north or southern stuff. Youâ€™re a boy from way down south. Folks from the old north. And itâ€™s friday night. Itâ€™s party night for you. King George he sent the excise men. The yankee revenuers. It donâ€™t matter what they try. Theyâ€™ll never stop the brewinâ€™. Because a man will take a glass. To make his spirits fly. On a friday night. Itâ€™s party night for you. They bring out laws and taxes. Try to cut you down. If you canâ€™t go to the corner bar. Then youâ€™ll go underground. So come on down to your local still. And buy yourself a thrill. On a friday night. Itâ€™s party night for you. * Whiskey the water of life. Thereâ€™s more to it than the pourinâ€™. Oiled the reel on the fiddle bow. And sent the music soarinâ€™. My old man and his old man. They knew what they were doinâ€™. Lovinâ€™ malt from the old land. And the corn from tennessee. If youâ€™re feelinâ€™ lowdown. You donâ€™t need no pill. Come along and join the clan. Support your local still. You can win your bar-room blues. Find that hazy delight. On a friday night. Itâ€™s party night for you. repeat *. Itâ€™s three oâ€™clock in the morning. And theyâ€™re sayinâ€™ youâ€™ve had enough. But you want another drink. Good old north or southern stuff. Youâ€™re a boy from way down south. Folks from the old north. And itâ€™s friday night. Itâ€™s party night for you.. . (written and arranged by Nazareth). copyright 1983 Fool Circle Limited.