Friday night we went out on the town

Drank all the beer that we could hold

Stumbled all the way back home

In the morning light

Saturday we threw away the plans from the night before

Hid our eyes from the bright sunlight

Swore we'd never do it again

But we'll do it again

Yeah we'll do it again

You and me pretend this queen bed is an island floating in the middle of a dream

Sunday came like an old freight train

Busting right through my door

My head is aching, my hands are shaking

Won't you pour me some of that white wine

Ain't nothing getting done

Put the ball game on

Hum along to some old Roger Miller country song

I don't know where to begin this old life of sin

Woman don't you weep for me

Don't you weep for me