Sweet Sippin'
Seems like I spend most weeks
Tryin' to make ends meet
Life feels like a Monday
I want a week full of Sundays
Seems like I give and give
Without any time to live
Trying to keep the peace
What about me
But every seventh day
Now it's my turn to play
Ice cold in the back of my car
Turn up those loud guitars
Stone-in coming through my speakers
Can't think about another week yet
Little Kings in the back seat
Jim and Jack sittin' in-between
Boss man on the radio
All afternoon with nowhere to go, yeah
I can't think about Monday
Sweet sippin on a Sunday, yeah
I try to give me a day
But life gets in the way
No time for myself
Watching out for everyone else
But every seventh day, yeah
Now it's my turn to play
Ice cold in the back of my car
Turn up those loud guitars
Stone-in coming through my speakers
Can't think about another week yet
Little Kings in the back seat
Jim and Jack sittin' in-between
Boss man on the radio
All afternoon with nowhere to go, yeah
I can't think about Monday, yeah
Sweet sippin on a Sunday
Every year that passes by
I seem to have less time
That I can just call mine
So at the end of the week
I just gotta get away
Can't wait another day, no
Ice cold in the back of my car
Turn up those loud guitars
Stone-in coming through my speakers
Can't think about another week yet
Little Kings in the back seat
Jim and Jack sittin' in-between
Boss man on the radio
All afternoon with nowhere to go
On a Sunday, yeah, yeah
I can't think about Monday
Life feels like a Monday
I want a week full of Sundays
Trying to keep the peace
What about me
Don't want to live my life
Just from 9-5
Gotta get away
Can't wait another day
Little Shirley on the back of my car
Heading down to the Monkey Bar
Stone-in coming through my speakers
Can't think about another week yet
Little Kings in the back seat
Jim and Jack sittin' in-between
Boss man on the radio
All afternoon with nowhere to go
I can't think about Monday
Sweet sippin on Sunday, yeah
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Sweet sippin on a Sunday
Sweet sippin on a Sunday
Tryin' to make ends meet
Life feels like a Monday
I want a week full of Sundays
Seems like I give and give
Without any time to live
Trying to keep the peace
What about me
But every seventh day
Now it's my turn to play
Ice cold in the back of my car
Turn up those loud guitars
Stone-in coming through my speakers
Can't think about another week yet
Little Kings in the back seat
Jim and Jack sittin' in-between
Boss man on the radio
All afternoon with nowhere to go, yeah
I can't think about Monday
Sweet sippin on a Sunday, yeah
I try to give me a day
But life gets in the way
No time for myself
Watching out for everyone else
But every seventh day, yeah
Now it's my turn to play
Ice cold in the back of my car
Turn up those loud guitars
Stone-in coming through my speakers
Can't think about another week yet
Little Kings in the back seat
Jim and Jack sittin' in-between
Boss man on the radio
All afternoon with nowhere to go, yeah
I can't think about Monday, yeah
Sweet sippin on a Sunday
Every year that passes by
I seem to have less time
That I can just call mine
So at the end of the week
I just gotta get away
Can't wait another day, no
Ice cold in the back of my car
Turn up those loud guitars
Stone-in coming through my speakers
Can't think about another week yet
Little Kings in the back seat
Jim and Jack sittin' in-between
Boss man on the radio
All afternoon with nowhere to go
On a Sunday, yeah, yeah
I can't think about Monday
Life feels like a Monday
I want a week full of Sundays
Trying to keep the peace
What about me
Don't want to live my life
Just from 9-5
Gotta get away
Can't wait another day
Little Shirley on the back of my car
Heading down to the Monkey Bar
Stone-in coming through my speakers
Can't think about another week yet
Little Kings in the back seat
Jim and Jack sittin' in-between
Boss man on the radio
All afternoon with nowhere to go
I can't think about Monday
Sweet sippin on Sunday, yeah
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Sweet sippin on a Sunday
Sweet sippin on a Sunday
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Writer(s): Edward Rountree
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