Friday Paycheck Lyrics

Monday morning, got my work boots on
My checkbook tells me that my money is gone
Got a little honey depending on me
To take her to town at the end of the week
We'll find a parking spot so we can reconnect
As soon as I get my Friday paycheckWe'll get a chilly cheese dog at the bowling lane
I'm still a-working on that perfect game
Maybe catch a movie when my arm goes numb
Wrap it around her when the good part comesI may look like an old redneck
But I'm a high roller with a Friday paycheckEverybody knows I like to have a good time
I just gotta stay above that poverty line
Food on the table, roof over head
Leave something to my young ones
When I wind up deadYou never know what life will throw at you next
I'm counting down the days till my Friday paycheckWish I could tell the foreman when I'm under the gun
Take this job and shove it son
I keep it to myself 'cause I gotta get paid
And dance with my baby at the end of the dayI'm a-yelling at the band when they're doing sound check

Why don't you give me some cash with my p-p-paycheck?Everybody knows I like to have a good time
I just gotta stay above that poverty line
Food on the table, roof over head
Leave something to my young ones
When I wind up deadYou never know what life will throw at you next
I'm counting down the days till my Friday paycheckFive, four, three, two, oneYou never know what life will throw at you next
I'm counting down the days till my Friday paycheckI gotta get my hands on that Friday paycheckPaycheck, Friday paycheck
Gots to get that Friday paycheck
Paycheck, Friday paycheck
Gots to get that Friday paycheckOoh, gotta get that Friday paycheck
I've been waiting on that whistle
Waiting on the whistle all day long
Friday paycheck, Friday paycheckGots to get that Friday paycheck
Paycheck, Friday paycheck
Gots to get that Friday paycheck
Paycheck, Friday paycheck