Paycheck Rag

I'm going out on the weekend when I get my pay
I'm going out on the weekend when I get my pay
I'm gonna talk to all the pretty wemon that never use to look my way

I smoke high class reefer, I take exotic pills
I drink high class liquor, I take exotic pills
I'm always out and up on the scene, I'm always filling my build

When my ol' friends see me coming they all steps aside
When my ol' friends see me coming they all steps aside
They don't ask me for no money; I don't offer up no ride

I'm going out on the weekend when I get my pay
I'm going out on the weekend when I get my pay
I'm gonna talk to all you rich people
What?
Ain't got no food in the refrigerator?
Liquor cabinet's empty too?
Electricity got shut off this morning?
Got sleeping on my couch?
Well I guess I'm staying home today



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Foster
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