Verse 1
Five days a week it’s the same ole grind
Feels like we’re growing roots on this assembly line
Boss mans a yellin’ and a struttin’ his stuff
He’d have to change his coveralls if we called his bluff
But today we got a fever, sweats a rollin down our brow
Somebody call 911 and close this factory down
Chorus
Me and the boys got a bad case of Fridaynititus
It’s a churnin and a burnin and a boilin and a bubblin inside us
We got a strong urge to merge with the hard bodied honeys beside us yeah
But the weekends the only sure cure for Fridaynititus
Verse 2
Randy wants a root beer, Billy wants a bud
Kenny wants to kick a four by four and do it in the mud
Rudy wants to scoot a boot on the dance floor
Marty wants a party with the girl next door
But all I wanna do is punch this time clock runnin
And it sure feels like five o’clock is a long time comin’
Chorus
Me and the boys got a bad case of Fridaynititus
It’s a churnin and a burnin and a boilin and a bubblin inside us
We got a strong urge to merge with the hard bodied honeys beside us yeah
But the weekends the only sure cure for Fridaynititus
Bridge
Time passes by so slow
Security will show us
Growing old before our time
Chorus
Me and the boys got a bad case of Fridaynititus
It’s a churnin and a burnin and a boilin and a bubblin inside us
We got a strong urge to merge with the hard bodied honeys beside us yeah
But the weekends the only sure cure for Fridaynititus
Yeah the weekends the only sure cure for Fridaynititus
Recorded by Marcus Lindsey
Writer Dan Mitchell
Lyrics Submitted by Marcus Lindsey