Friday's waiting at the gates of heaven The weekend starts at seven We get forty-eight hours of fun
For five days working on the line For five days Time to change the look on my face I’m waiting for the starter’s gun
Maybe feeling tired Maybe feeling empty Maybe living on your own
You know ‘round about seven on a Friday night Forget about your worries, gonna be alright Everybody’s heading for those days of light
Hot and heavy night’s of true love ways Tomorrow these will be the good old days Everybody’s working for those days of light
Monday's waiting for the week to start up Back to work and feeling hard up Things gonna change some day
So dream on everybody’s free to dream on Work hard, love, well, live long There’s really not a better way
So live it all you can Even when it hurts you Got to give it all you’re got And know
Everybody’s putting on a braver face Everyone’s running in the same race Everybody’s working for those days of light
Everyone’s looking for the same release Everybody’s hoping for a mind of peace Everyone’s working for those days of light
‘Round about seven on a Friday night Forget about your worries, gonna be alright Everybody’s working for those days of light
Hot and heavy nights of true love ways Tomorrow these will be the good old days Everybody’s heading for those days of light
Everybody’s putting on a braver face We’re all running in the same race Everybody’s working got to keep on Working for those days of lightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
