| Fifty-two weeks a year
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| The days roll by but I’m still here
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| We ain’t getting rich but we’re doing okay
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| As long as I can take the time
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| To give what’s theirs and get what’s mine
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| A crazy man I’d be with all work and no play
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| Saturday high, Sunday low
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| Monday is all I got to go Over to work — a job I need from nine to five
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| Tuesday is fine, Wednesday is clear
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| Thursday and Friday disappear
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| Sunday you’ll find me back in church cause I’ll never deny
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| My Saturday high
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| My Saturday high
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| Don’t take long when I get paid
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| To tear it up on the esplanade
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| If I don’t get some time you know I’d be done
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| I try to live the golden rule
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| Dear Lord have pity upon this fool
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| Please don’t let me fly too close to the sun
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| Saturday high, Sunday low
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| Monday is all I got to go Over to work — a job I need from nine to five
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| Tuesday is fine, Wednesday is clear
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| Thursday and Friday disappear
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| Sunday you’ll find me back in church cause I’ll never deny
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| My Saturday high
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| My Saturday high
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| I’m taking it easy
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| You can take or leave me Who would wanna be me Saturday high, Sunday low
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| Monday is all I got to go Over to work — a job I need from nine to five
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| Tuesday is fine, Wednesday is clear
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| Thursday and Friday disappear
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| Sunday you’ll find me back in church cause I’ll never deny
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| Saturday high, Sunday low
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| Monday is all I got to go Over to work — a job I need 'cause I’ll never deny
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| My Saturday high
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| My Saturday high
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| My Saturday high |