Monday morning, got my work on My checkbook tells me that my money is Got a little honey on me To take her to at the end of the week We'll find a parking spot so we can As soon as I get my Friday
get a chilly cheese dog at the bowling lane I'm still a-working on that perfect Maybe catch a when my arm goes numb Wrap it around her when the part comes
I may like an old redneck But I'm a high roller with a Friday
knows I like to have a good time I just gotta above that poverty line on the table, roof over head Leave something to my ones When I wind up
You never know what life will throw at you I'm counting the days till my Friday paycheck
Wish I could the foreman when I'm under the gun Take job and shove it son I keep it to myself 'cause I get paid And dance with my at the end of the day
I'm a-yelling at the band when they're doing sound Why don't you give me cash with my p-p-paycheck?
Everybody I like to have a good time I just gotta stay above that poverty Food on the table, roof over something to my young ones When I wind up
You never what life will throw at you next I'm counting down the days my Friday paycheck
Five, four, three, two, one
You never what life will throw at you next I'm counting down the days my Friday paycheck
I get my hands on that Friday paycheck
Paycheck, Friday Gots to get Friday paycheck Paycheck, Friday to get that Friday paycheck
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, Friday Gots to get Friday paycheck Paycheck, Friday