Вершы: George Jones. Finally Friday.

I've got a hundred dollars smoking in my billfold
I know I ought to save it but it's burning a whole
Right through my pocket and into my skin
Come Monday morning I'll be broke again

It's finally Friday I'm free again
I got my motor running for a wild weekend
It's finally Friday I'm out of control
Forget the working blues and let the good times roll

I got a little sugar baby down the road
She is sitting on ready and rocking on go
We'll dance up a storm and later on tonight
We'll be working on doing all the wrong things right

It's finally Friday I'm free again
I got my motor running for a wild weekend
It's finally Friday I'm out of control
Forget the working blues and let the good times roll

Monday I'll be hurting with my head in a vise
Tuesday I'll be wandering if I'll ever survive
Wednesday and Thursday I'll be slowly tuning in
Friday I'll be reving up my motor again

It's finally Friday I'm free again
I got my motor running for a wild weekend
It's finally Friday I'm out of control
Forget the working blues and let the good times roll

Finally Friday
I got my motor running for a wild weekend
It's finally Friday
Forget the working blues and let the good times roll