Friday night at midnight Looking for what I need I heard a tale that somewhere That a dude had a real go at me So like a rat race cowboy I slipped into the human zoo Headed down for trouble Got myself a drink or two Well I took to the streets And I took to the falls Marched right in but I didn't get involved Manager said hey boy there's the door But I didn't leave until I evened the score chorus: I gotta face the hangman Gotta pay for what I done I gotta face the hangman Or by the noose I swing In the morning sun Like a tipsy gypsy Looking like I'd been had But like the story says This wild-eyed boy is bad I got a police squad car Taxi to the local slam They said Son you're gonna pay for what you've done I don't give a damn Just cause I like to drink and dance all night Just like some alley cat brawling, an old fist fight Give me no lip boy or I'll kick you in the mouth I'll watch you head fly north and your teeth fly south {chorus} Now the judge looked at me and said That boy, he's definitely guilty Ooooh let him swing {chorus} {chorus}