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..
Chorus: 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..
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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
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