Stardog's grin is crystal White
He trades the day's end for the night
Punches out his factory work
And makes the way home in his Merc
I tell you no one bats an eyelid
That's because they're all his clients
Weekdays, don't even look the same
Rephrase, goes by another name too
When Friday comes
He's the Stardog
Always, out looking for a sale
It pays, or so that's what he tells you
When Friday comes
He's the Stardog
Stardog only works for cash
And no loose change, he won't have that
Makes the switch under lamplight
Conspicuous, but hands are slight
I tell you no one bats an eyelid
That's because they're all his clients
Weekdays, don't even look the same
Rephrase, goes by another name too
When Friday comes
He's the Stardog
Always, out looking for a sale
It pays, or so that's what he tells you
When Friday comes
He's the Stardog
(Alright mate, what's goin' on?)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, I've got Gorilla Glue. Ten's, twenty's.)
(I've got a twenty of Purple Haze here, you know, a bit of Jimi.)
(Alright, I tell you what mate, I'll do you a deal on the Stardog.)
(What? I said I'll do you a deal on the Stardog mate.)
Weekdays, don't even look the same
Rephrase, goes by another name too
When Friday comes
He's the Stardog
Always, out looking for a sale
It pays, or so that's what he tells you
When Friday comes, He's the Stardog
