Nightmare Theater - Sloppy Seconds

Emerson, we celebrate

Friday nights we’d stay up late

Monster movies, ten to two

What the hell went wrong with you?

Now your girlfriend makes you go

Out with her to the movie show

But you don’t see no horror flicks

Just that junk your girlfriend picks

I don’t know what you see in her

I’m watchin' nightmare theater

All alone on Friday night

I’m at home but that’s alright with me

You can’t tell me you prefer

That garbage that you see with her

No Meg Ryan, no Brad Pitt

No summer «feel-good» hit

Friday night is in the toilet

Please don’t tell me you enjoyed it

Blame the Bride of Frankenstein

You got yours and I got mine

I don’t know what you see in her

I’m watchin' nightmare theater

All alone on Friday night

I’m at home but that’s alright with me

There ought to be a matinee

That you could see on Saturday

And you could have your Friday nights

For beers with me and Vincent Price

You can’t tell me you prefer

That garbage that you see with her

No Meg Ryan, no Brad Pitt

No summer «feel-good» hit

Friday night is in the toilet

Please don’t tell me you enjoyed it

Blame the Bride of Frankenstein

You got yours and I got mine

I don’t know what you see in her

I’m watchin' nightmare theater

All alone on Friday night

I’m at home but that’s alright with me

Now your girlfriends makes you go

Out with her to the movie show

But I walked with a zombie too

What the hell went wrong with you?

I don’t know what you see in her

I’m watchin' nightmare theater

All alone on Friday night

I’m at home but that’s alright with me