Neil: I say,
How about a little kiss?
Oh, don’t be unkind!

She said:
“There’s something in the woodshed
And I can hear it breathing.
It’s such an eerie feeling,
Darling.”
He said:
“There’s nothing in the woodshed.
It’s your imagination.
End of the conversation,
Darling.”

Something in his heart
Told him to come clean
He was not who he claimed to be.
But something in his genes
Told him to pretend
It was something for the weekend.

Neil: Oh, come on!
You know you want to.

‘Cause she said:
“There’s something in the woodshed.
I know because I saw it.
I can’t simply ignore it,
Darling.”
So he said:
“Now baby don’t be stupid.
Get this into your sweet head:
There ain’t nothing in the woodshed,
Except maybe some wood.”

Something in his heart
Told him to come clean
He was not who he claimed to be.
Something in his jeans
Told him to pretend
It was something for the weekend.

“I’ll go all the way with you,
If you’ll only do the same for me.
(Come on boys!)
Go and see.
If it’s nothing like you say,
Then you can have your wicked way
With me.”
Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah.

Weekend,
It’s something for the
Weekend,
It’s something for the
Weekend,
It’s something for the
Weekend,
It’s something,
Something for the weekend, Weekend,
Something for the weekend, It’s something for the
Something for the weekend, Weekend,
Something for the weekend, It’s something for the
Something for the weekend, Weekend,
Something for the weekend, It’s something for the
Something for the weekend, Weekend,
Something for the weekend. It’s something for the

He went down to the woodshed.
They came down hard on his head, yeah.
Gagged and bound and left for dead,
When he woke she was gone with his car and all of his money.