| Monday till Friday no bit of a sheen
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| But trying to earn me some money
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| A picture of you on my dirty machine
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| It’s liftin' me up oh my honey
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| But Friday get out of the groove
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| It’s time to get on the move
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| Well ridin' and rollin', ramblin' and strollin'
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| We’ll get yourself out of the blues
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| Hooray, what a day for weekend lovers, sing na na na na na na na na na
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| Have a show for your money every weekend, do you do na na na na na na
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| Singin' hi, say hello, till the end of the show again every weekend
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| Hearts of soul, rock 'n' roll, there’s no need for control tonight
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| Oh, yes tonight
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| The five-forty train is calling again
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| Bad boring faces surround me
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| A guy lies in wait for a sweet Parisienne
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| A slow affair all around me
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| But Friday get out of the groove
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| It’s time to get on the move
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| Well ridin' and rollin', ramblin' and strollin'
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| We’ll get yourself out of the blues
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| Hooray, what a day for weekend lovers, sing na na na na na na na na na
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| Have a show for your money every weekend, do you do na na na na na na
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| Singin' hi, say hello, till the end of the show again every weekend
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| Hearts of soul, rock 'n' roll, there’s no need for control tonight
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| Oh, yes tonight
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| Hooray, what a day for weekend lovers, sing na na na na na na na na na
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| Have a show for your money every weekend, do you do na na na na na na
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| Singin' hi, say hello, till the end of the show again every weekend
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| Hearts of soul, rock 'n' roll, there’s no need for control tonight
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| Oh, yes tonight |