Monday morning, got my work on My checkbook tells me my money is gone Got a little honey on me To her to town at the end of the week find a parking spot so we can reconnect As as I get my Friday paycheck
We'll get a chilly dog at the bowling lane I'm still a-working on perfect game Maybe catch a movie when my arm numb it around her when the good part comes
I may like an old redneck But I'm a high with a Friday paycheck
Everybody knows I like to have a time I just gotta stay above that poverty on the table, roof over head Leave to my young ones I wind up dead
You never what life will throw at you next I'm down the days till my Friday paycheck
Wish I tell the foreman when I'm under the gun Take job and shove it son I keep it to 'cause I gotta get paid And dance 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 with my p-p-paycheck?
Everybody knows I to have a good time I just stay above that poverty line Food on the table, roof over Leave to my young ones When I wind up
You never know what life will at you next I'm down the days till my Friday paycheck
Five, four, three, two, one
You know what life will throw at you next I'm counting down the days till my Friday
I gotta get my hands on that Friday
Paycheck, paycheck Gots to get that Friday Paycheck, Friday Gots to get that Friday
Ooh, gotta get that Friday been waiting on that whistle Waiting on the all day long paycheck, Friday paycheck
Gots to get that paycheck Paycheck, paycheck Gots to get Friday paycheck Paycheck, Friday