Work For The Weekend - Mr Smith

I put on my clothes, preparing for another dull nine-to-five

And I suppose I better get a move on, my lift’s on time

Another Monday morning cloud is hanging over everybody that I see

But it’s OK cos we’re allowed a quarter of an hour for a cup of tea

And I’m wishing it was Friday night, that’s where I long to be

I’m working for the weekend and dreaming of a time

Where every day’s the weekend I’ll be doing overtime

And then another week is done and everyone around me is wearing a smile

Because the weekend is for fun and we don’t have to clock back in for quite a

while

And I’m really glad it’s Friday night that’s where I’m meant to be

Because I’m working for the weekend and dreaming of a time

When every day’s the weekend I’ll be working all the time

And every day I lose my mind

I’m hearing voices all the time

And everything would be alright

If every day was Friday night