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In the morning — to work, tomorrow work again The day after — work; I slave for the boss like a robot How long can you work, counting the days till Saturday? I want to unwind when Friday comes

And I’ll rest, gather my strength, go nowhere Or go party — two whole days off will fly by in a snap And everything’s the circle again God, I don’t want this

In the morning — to work, tomorrow work again The day after — work; I slave for the boss like a robot How long can you work, counting the days till Saturday? I want to unwind when Friday comes

Can’t wait for Friday Can’t wait for Friday Will I rest? Who am I kidding? How can you rest here — I honestly don’t get it

I barely get enough sleep, or only rarely do Thanks only for this: at least I don’t have a six-day week

In the morning — to work, tomorrow work again The day after — work; I slave for the boss like a robot How long can you work, counting the days till Saturday? I want to unwind when Friday comes

Can’t wait for Friday Can’t wait for Friday