I put on my clothes, preparing for another dull nine-to-five
And I suppose I better get a move on, my lift's on time
Another Monday morning cloud is hanging over everybody that I see
But it's OK cos we're allowed a quarter of an hour for a cup of tea
And I'm wishing it was Friday night, that's where I long to be
I'm working for the weekend and dreaming of a time
Where every day's the weekend I'll be doing overtime
And then another week is done and everyone around me is wearing a smile
Because the weekend is for fun and we don't have to clock back in for quite a while
And I'm really glad it's Friday night that's where I'm meant to be
Because I'm working for the weekend and dreaming of a time
When every day's the weekend I'll be working all the time
And every day I lose my mind
I'm hearing voices all the time
And everything would be alright
If every day was Friday night
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