Midday Friday Payday
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
Sittin' here all alone
Melancholy like a saxophone
Where the lights turning low...
Chorus
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
Chorus
Midday, Friday, Payday, Damn!
I should have been up by eleven
