| One more Monday morning at the station
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| See the hangdog faces we all wear
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| They don’t know I know the combination
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| When Friday comes along I’m gonna get my share
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| Seasoned ticket holders, please, forgive me
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| I’ve had enough of Monday morning rain
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| I wonder if you knew you’d all come with me
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| When Friday comes along I’ll never be the same
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| Well, I’ve done more than my share
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| I know more about laissez-faire
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| Than to sit and wait until my ship comes in
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| It took a whole lot of getting wise
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| And just a little bit of free enterprise
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| Before I realised that stealing is no sin
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| Drag my name through scandal and sensation
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| Read about it on the Southern Line
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| I’m going where I need no reputation
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| When Friday comes along it’s gonna work out fine
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| I’ve got a ticket on a 747
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| And I’ll be dancing all the way to heaven
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| When I get that Friday midnight flight down south
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| And when my working day is done
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| I’ll sell the story to the Sun
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| ‘Cause I could never look a gift-horse in the mouth
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| So if you get that early train next Monday
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| Say I won’t go down without a fight
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| Even if I’m doing time by Sunday
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| When Friday comes along I’m gonna be alright
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| Yes, when Friday comes along I’m gonna be alright |