F R I D A Y

Thank god it's friday
Get on the highway
Pick up your honey
Spend all your money

Momma said
In the game that they call life
All you get
Is black eyes and second tries
Hold on tight
When you roll the dice
Don't look back
And don't think twice

I don't know
What's left for me in this town
When I'm here
While you're not around
I turn the keys
I'm ready to leave
I'm outa here
I'M OUTA HERE!!!

Thank god it's friday
Get on the highway
Pick up your honey
Spend all your money

Thank god it's friday
Get on the highway
Pick up your honey
Spend all your money

I got fired
From my shitty job
Yet they hire
In the city of rock
We're gonna ride
In the neon lights
On my bike down
Rodeo drive

We're gonna rock out
At River Plate
And pump some Jack
Down our liver veins
I press play
I'm on my way
I'm outa here
I'M OUTA HERE!!!

Thank god it's friday
Get on the highway
Pick up your honey
Spend all your money

Thank god it's friday
Get on the highway
Pick up your honey
Spend all your money

Thank god it's friday
Get on the highway
Pick up your honey
Spend all your money

Thank god it's friday
Get on the highway
Pick up your honey
Spend all your money



Credits
Writer(s): Denis Riegger, Emanuel Saini, Manuel Hecht
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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