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