Lyrics

There's a good time waiting for me at the end of this week Working like a dog, aww, I'm begging for a treat Got a good looking woman fired up for a Friday night out on the town Ditch the nail and hammer bust outta This slammer and get out of here right now I'll be living for the weekend with some rowdy friends of mine And I'll be heading on down to Austin for the girl that I call mine I'm gonna numb the pain until Monday with a cold one in my hand It ain't coping it's living for the weekend Clockin' in at 9, another week begins Counting down the days adding up my pay, man I'm spent Thinkin' I'll just slip out of here, steer clear the rush at 5 Cuz the boss man's draggin me down and I've just about lost my mind I'll be living for the weekend with some rowdy friends of mine And I'll be heading on down to Austin for the girl that I call mine I'm gonna numb the pain until Monday with a cold one in my hand It ain't coping it's living for the weekend Three more days can I be saved, what's a boy to do Thinking 'bout my baby, I'll be coming home to you I'll be living for the weekend with some rowdy friends of mine And I'll be heading on down to Austin for the girl that I call mine I'm gonna numb the pain until Monday with a cold one in my hand It ain't coping it's living for the weekend
Writer(s): Peter Dasent, Jenny Morris, Arthur Baysting Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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