Song Length |
3:52 |
Genre |
Rock - General, Rock - Hard Rock |
Tempo |
Fast (151 - 170) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
In High Spirits, Sociable |
Subject |
Existence, Alchohol, Beer, Wine |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
Monday comes and Tuesday goes,
Dishes suck and laundry blows.
I?d love to tell my boss to kiss my ass.
Wednesday?s here and then it?s gone,
My best friend?s passed out on the lawn,
And Thursday? Fuck Thursday!
Raise your glass to Friday,
When I can be all I can be,
I?m dying to party,
I want a life that?s owned by me.
We only get one shot,
Somedays I don?t even wanna try.
Tonight?s our night to rock,
Life sucks, let?s live before we die.
My momma slaps me in my face,
My girlfriend puts me in my place,
Why didn?t anyone say it?d be this tough?
My minivan is in the shop,
Because I backed into a cop,
I?m flat broke, bored, and sitting on my duff.
As many times as I?ve hurt my pride,
I just can?t stop this wicked side of me,
Because Mr. Hyde, that bastard, wants me back.
And I?ll get too inebriated,
Wake up again humiliated,
I?m just trying to have some fun,
Cut me some slack.