The Weekend

He watches the clock on a Friday The hands moving slower with time It's 4:55 He can't wait to drive His ass home and get out of his tie He calls up his boys on the telephone He says "Let's not sit & be bored Let's light up Kentucky Maybe we'll get lucky It's been so damn long since I've scored" Let's have 3 cheers for the weekend Let's all raise our glasses to us Hip hip hooray for my best friends Come on now, let's go get fucked up Goddammit, this week was a rough one Everyday he's chewed out by his boss So sick of his bullshit Now it's time to forget It all, cuz they're hittin the sauce 4 shots of Jameson later 5 or 6 beers afterwards That blonde's lookin good He says "maybe we should" She smiles and says "my place or yours" Last call's come and gone, now the bar's closed The crew stumbles out to the car She asks "can you drive" He says "sure I'll be fine We don't have to go very far" The boulevard blurs out of focus He's trying to hide his mistake They see headlights ahead She screams "the light's red" They make impact before he can brake Her body goes right through the windshield The airbag explodes in his face If he just didn't drive They'd still be alive Now their choices, they can't be retraced Let's have 3 cheers for the weekend Let's all raise our glasses to us Hip hip hooray for my best friends Come on now, let's go get fucked up La la la la la la