Christian Walz — Midday, Friday, Payday... lyrics

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Midday, Friday, Payday, Damn!
I should have been up by eleven
What’s the man to do
No dough
No money
What’s the man to do.
Oh! Breezin', Squeezin'
Sun’s going down
I got to get cash now by seven
What’s the man to you no dough
Wanna know, wanna really know
Sittin' here all alone
Melancholy like a saxophone
When the nights
Passing by.
Oh, I’ll survive
Spend my weekend on my back
That’s all right
Oh, I’ll survive
Spend my time on my own
That’s all right
Saturday’s a pain for poor
And I got all my friends hang up the
Phone so
What’s the man to do
No dough
No money
On a Saturday, no funny
Only place where breakfast’s served
Is McDiddelidonkadonkaDonalds
What’s the man to you, gotta go
Wanna know, wanna really know
Sitting here all alone
Melancholy like a saxophone
Where the lights
Turning low.
Now we’re here, Sunday’s long
Where the sun’s shining strong
Turn my mind to a smile
Have to stay here for a while
Midday, Friday, Payday, Damn!
I should have been up by eleven