I got a hundred dollars smokinand' in my billfold
i know i ought to save it but itand's burninand' a hole
right through my pocket and into my skin
come monday morning iand'll be broke again
Chorus
itand's finally friday iand'm free again
i got my motor runninand' for a wild weekend
itand's finally friday iand'm out of control
forget the western blues and let the good times roll
Iand've got a little sugar baby down the road
sittinand' on ready and rockinand' on dough
weand'll dance up a storm and later on tonight
be workinand' on doinand' all the wrong things right
chorus
Monday iand'll be hurtinand' with my head in a vice
tuesday iand'll be wonderinand' if iand'll ever survive
wednesday and thursday iand'll be slowly tuninand' in
friday iand'll be revvinand' up my motor again...
Finally friday iand'm free again
i got my motor runninand' for a wild weekend
itand's finally friday iand'm out of control
forget the western blues and let the good times roll
Itand's finally friday
i got my motor runninand' for a wild weekend
itand's finally friday
forget the western blues and let the good times roll...
