Paroles de Friday At Five

Got some cash in my pocket And it's burning a hole Got the boss on my back And it's getting real old This week's been hell But I'll party it out of my mind From Friday at five Till Sunday at closing time Ain't a punching no clock Ain't a making no plans Need a girl on my arm And a beer in my hands I'm tight as drum But I'm gonna cut loose and unwind From Friday at five Till Sunday at closing time Got some pretty little women waiting on me To shake up this sleepy old town That's one job I take seriously I wouldn't dream of letting them down Got a call from my ex And she's asking for more I'm late with the rent And the wolf's at the door But thats gonna be The furthest thing from my mind From Friday at five Till Sunday at closing time Got some pretty little women waiting on me To shake up this sleepy old town That's one job I take seriously I wouldn't dream of letting them down It might take me all week To get back on my feet But I know I'll be alright From Friday at five Till Sunday at closing time From Friday at five Till Sunday at closing time