Working For The Weekend

I put on my clothes,
Preparing for another dull of 9 to 5.
And I suppose,
I better get a move on,
My lift's on time.
Another Monday morning cloud,
Is hanging over everybody that I see,
But it's ok 'cos we're allowed,
A quarter of an hour for a cup of tea.
And I'm wishing it was Friday night,
That's where I long to be.
I'm working for the weekend,
And dreaming of a time,
When everyday's the weekend,
I'd be doing overtime.
And then another week is done,
And everyone around me is wearing a smile,
Because the weekend is for fun,
And we don't have to clock back in for quite a while.
And I'm really glad it's Friday night,
That's where I'm meant to be.
Because I'm working for the weekend
And dreaming of a time,
When everyday's the weekend,
I'd be working overtime.
And everyday I lose my mind
I'm hearing voices all the time,
And everything would be alright
If everyday was Friday night.