歌词
Got some cash in my pocket, and it's burning a hole
Got the boss on my back and it's getting real old
This week's been hell, but I'll party it out of my mind
From Friday at five 'til Sunday at closing time
Ain't a punching no clock, ain't a making no plans
Need a girl on my arm and a beer in my hands
I'm tight as drum, but I'm gonna cut loose and unwind
From Friday at five till Sunday at closing time
Got some pretty little women waiting on me
To shake up this sleepy old town
That's one job I take seriously
I wouldn't dream of letting them down
Got a call from my ex, and she's asking for more
I'm late with the rent and the wolf's at the door
But that's gonna be the furthest thing from my mind
From Friday at five 'til Sunday at closing time
Got some pretty little women waiting on me
To shake up this sleepy old town
That's one job I take seriously
I wouldn't dream of letting them down
It might take me all week to get back on my feet
But I know I'll be alright
From Friday at five till Sunday at closing time
From Friday at five till Sunday at closing time
Yeah, yeah, I'm out of here
