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It's a Friday night
And everybody knows
Adam's heading down to Joe's to get a chicken fry steak
And a bowl of gravy
And he eats the gravy last
After it's cold then he reaches down deep he grabs a two-o
'Cause he's a-pickin' up a tab, yup
Then he's off to Pop's where he's sittin' in the floor
Here relaxation, nothing more
Look out, midnight, here he comes
He's just livin' for the weekend
See he can hang out with his best friends
Sometimes in this old world
It's hard to understand
Thank God for weekends
Thank God for friends
And it's Saturday morning but the sun up high
He rolls out of bed with that look in his eyes
And this just might be his favorite day
Weighs back in the floor in front of the tube
Just readin' his books or watch a cartoon
But his mind is set on the events to come
Weighs off to town for a burger and fries
And a lottery ticket
Don't be surprised
If he wins again
He's just livin' for the weekend
See he can hang out with his best friends
Sometimes in this old world
It's hard to understand
Thank God for weekends
Thank God for friends
Yeah, me, myself
I have a whole lotta days
I run real hard for a real long ways
Lookin' back and forth over both of my shoulders
When the weight of this world starts to feel too much
And I'm slippin' and slidin' further out of touch
I realize I need to slow down fast
And I start livin' for the weekend
So I can hang out with my best friends
Sometimes in this old world
It's hard to understand
Thank God for weekends
Thank God for friends