Monday morning, got my work on My checkbook tells me that my is gone Got a little honey on me To her to town at the end of the week We'll find a spot so we can reconnect As soon as I get my Friday
get a chilly cheese dog at the bowling lane I'm still a-working on perfect game Maybe catch a movie when my arm numb Wrap it around her when the good part
I may look like an old But I'm a high with a Friday paycheck
Everybody knows I like to have a time I just gotta stay that poverty line Food on the table, roof head Leave something to my young I wind up dead
You never know life will throw at you next I'm counting down the days my Friday paycheck
Wish I could the foreman when I'm under the gun this job and shove it son I it to myself 'cause I gotta get paid And with my baby at the end of the day
I'm a-yelling at the when they're doing sound check Why don't you give me some cash with my
Everybody knows I like to a good time I just gotta stay that poverty line Food on the table, over head Leave something to my young I wind up dead
You never what life will throw at you next I'm counting down the till my Friday paycheck
Five, four, three, two, one
You never know life will throw at you next I'm counting down the days till my paycheck
I get my hands on that Friday paycheck
Paycheck, Friday Gots to get that Friday Paycheck, paycheck Gots to get Friday paycheck
Ooh, gotta get Friday paycheck I've waiting on that whistle Waiting on the all day long Friday paycheck, Friday
Gots to get that Friday Paycheck, Friday Gots to get that Friday Paycheck, paycheck