It's Friday (feat. Great Big Sea)

There's a place in town where we all hang out Where the country girls go and the boys get loud When the whistle blows, we make quite the crowd When the sun sets low on Friday From the pubs in Ireland to Tennessee From the West Coast down to Myrtle Beach And every little town here in between Yeah, we know how to party on Friday And the band plays on and the taps they flow The boss man's yelling, but we've all gone home A come a Monday morning, I will return But tonight ain't Monday, it's Friday (haha) Well, I like my job, but I love my friends So, you know where I'll be when the work week ends At the little country tavern just around the bend When the sun sets low on Friday And the band plays on and the taps they flow The boss man's yelling, but we've all gone home A come a Monday morning, I will return But tonight ain't Monday, it's Friday, ha! Yes, man There's a place in town where we all hang out Where the country girls go and the boys get loud When the whistle blows, we make quite the crowd When the sun sets low on Friday And the band plays on and the taps they flow The boss man's yelling, but we've all gone home A come a Monday morning, I will atone But tonight ain't Monday, it's Friday Nah, tonight ain't Monday, it's Friday But tonight ain't Monday, it's Friday (yea, woo-hoo)