Monday morning, got my boots on My checkbook tells me that my is gone Got a little depending on me To her to town at the end of the week We'll a parking spot so we can reconnect As soon as I get my Friday
get a chilly cheese dog at the bowling lane I'm still a-working on that game Maybe catch a when my arm goes numb Wrap it her when the good part comes
I may like an old redneck But I'm a high roller with a Friday
Everybody knows I like to a good time I just stay above that poverty line Food on the table, over head something to my young ones When I wind up
You never know what life throw at you next I'm down the days till my Friday paycheck
I could tell the foreman when I'm under the gun Take this job and it son I it to myself 'cause I gotta get paid And with my baby at the end of the day
I'm a-yelling at the band when they're doing check Why you give me some cash with my p-p-paycheck?
Everybody knows I to have a good time I just gotta stay above that line on the table, roof over head Leave something to my ones When I up dead
You never know what life throw at you next I'm counting down the days till my paycheck
Five, four, three, two, one
You know what life will throw at you next I'm counting down the days my Friday paycheck
I get my hands on that Friday paycheck
Paycheck, paycheck to get that Friday paycheck Paycheck, Friday to get that Friday paycheck
Ooh, gotta get that paycheck I've been on that whistle Waiting on the all day long Friday paycheck, Friday
Gots to get that paycheck Paycheck, Friday to get that Friday paycheck Paycheck, Friday