Nobody works on Friday
Thursday night comes in hot
A little less work, make the same pay
Now I'm givin' it all I've got
Nobody works on Friday
Nobody seems to care
Jump in the car, hop on a plane
Gotta, gotta get somewhere
When Friday comes along
We'll be gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
Nobody works on Friday
Anymore
Nobody works on Friday
The French got a month of joie de vivre
The Aussies six weeks to grill, mate
Spain takes a summer siesta
Bossa nova heats up Brazil
But here the boss man's glued to the cameras checking productivity
But the company time's not yours and mine, that's the point of flexibility
It took a global crisis to remind us
There's so much more to life than workin' just a four-day week
Nobody works on Friday
Thursday night comes in hot
A little less work, make the same pay
Now I'm givin' it all I've got
Nobody works on Friday
Nobody seems to care
Jump in the car, hop on a plane
Gotta, gotta get somewhere
When Friday comes along
We'll be gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
Nobody works on Friday
Anymore
Nobody works on Friday
I'm contemplatin' the keys to success
'Cause life imitates ping-pong
Maybe stumble across a job that sucks less
Or put my thoughts in a song
It took a global crisis to remind us
There's so much more to life than workin' just a four day week
Nobody works on Friday
Thursday got a booster shot
So what ya gonna do with all that time?
I'm feelin' like a microdot
Nobody works on Friday
Prayin' for the sun to shine
Hey, pretty mama, how 'bout the Bahamas?
Conch fritters and red wine
When Friday comes along
We'll be gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
Nobody works on Friday
Nobody works on Friday
Nobody works on Friday
Nobody works on Friday
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