Monday morning is not Monday morning 'til Taylor has his coffee
Friday night is not Friday night 'til Jessie leaves the room sweaty
Tuesday morning is not Tuesday morning 'til Nick has his talk with his son
Thursday night is not Thursday night 'til Chris has sex with his bass
Come on to the weekend, 'cause the weekend I'll get by
Hold off 'til the weekend, 'cause there's too much time
Being merrily nice guys
Tuesday morning is Wednesday afternoon when you cry all night
Wednesday early we fall into what I'll call Philadelphia
Thursday morning is not Thursday morning
'Till one of us says "how's your life", how's your life
Hey, how's your life, how's your life
Come on to the weekend, 'cause the weekend I'll get by
Hold off 'til the weekend, 'cause there's too much time
And there may be not much time to cry
Hold off 'til the weekend, 'cause the weekend we'll be high
Hold off 'til the weekend, 'cause we may look tired, be we'll get by
What if there were no more mama's boys?
What if no one shared their humble appearance?
What if there were no consequences?
What if there were no more arguments?
Well that'd be a shame
And that'd be impossible
And you would be bored
'Cause you wouldn't want it any other way
