Grabbed his card punched on out just about nine o'clock
Ran out the door, and into the parking lot
Gunned the engine of his '59 Chevrolet Apache truck
Left a little rubber at Sears & Roebuck
Down-shifted, passed a Camaro, made a left at the light
Headed down the boulevard headed for Friday night
Pocketful of diamonds, a pocketful of diamonds
And wings on both of my heels
Close your eyes, make a wish, count on up to three
Open them up now can't you see
All I've got is all you need
Hit the brakes up on the curb leaned into the horn
Mary shouted I'll be right down from the window on the second floor
Her momma yelled, "Get home early, I don't care if it's Friday night"
She ran down the walk laughing, "We'll be home before it's light"
Headed out to the Palomino, best jukebox around
To forget about the last five days and get a little loud
Pocketful of diamonds, a pocketful of diamonds
And wings on both of my heels
Close your eyes, make a wish, count on up to three
Open them up now can't you see
All I've got is all you need
Reached in his pocket, he pulled out a handful of lint
Laughed right out loud as he tossed it into the wind
Up above in the sky strings of party lights
Old Hank Ballard, bless his soul, made them dance night
Ain't it funny, what a lark how far you can go
When you've got a pocketful of diamonds the world is made of gold
Pocketful of diamonds, a pocketful of diamonds
And wings on both of my heels
Close your eyes, make a wish, count on up to three
Open them up now can't you see
All I've got is all you need
Writer(s): Robert V., Jr. Delevante, Michael Owen Delevante
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