Friday — текст песни (J. J. Cale)

Monday morning comes too early

Work my back to the bone

All day

Monday I keep thinking "weekends coming, gonna go home"

Tuesday I hate, oh tuesday

Aint no girls on the streets

Tuesday it aint good for nothing

Drinking beer and watching tv

Friday, friday evening

Come on friday, its been too long

Friday, friday evening

Come on friday, I wanna go home

Wednesdays hump day, hump days wednesday

Over the hump, the weeks half-gone

If I had my pay on wednesday Id hang out, the hump days gone

Thursday, you know I feel better

I can see the end in sight

Think Ill write myself a letter

Help myself through the night