Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Mess With My Weekend, artist - Shorty Long.
Date of issue: 11.02.2008
Song language: English
Don't Mess With My Weekend |
Don’t you mess with my weekend |
Don’t you mess with my weekend, hey |
So rain rain, go away |
Come back again, on a weak day |
And tell that thunder not to holler so loud |
Tell that lightning stop roarin' a crowd |
'Cause I done, done shine my shoes |
And I done, done combed my hair |
You’re crazy if you think I ain’t goin' nowhere |
'Cause I got to be with my baby, oh yeah |
I don’t mean maybe, I got a pocket full of money |
I’m just itchin' to spend |
I got a brand new set of teeth that I reserve just to grin |
Don’t mess with my weekend |
So don’t you try to mess with my weekend |
So tell the birds they might as well sing |
Tell the bears to go to head on in me |
Tell the stars, come on out and shine |
Tell those clouds I’m sick of their cryin' |
'Cause I got to be with my baby, you know |
I don’t mean maybe, I got a $ 100 suit I’m just itchin' to wear |
I feel like knockin' out that Fred Astaire |
Don’t mess with my weekend |
So don’t you try to mess with my weekend |
Don’t you mess with my weekend |
Don’t you mess with my weekend |
'Cause you know, all week long I’ve been at work |
And every sunday morning you can find me at church |
Every saturday night I’m at the function at the junction |
And every monday morning, the time clock I punch |
So Weatherman, don’t you mess with my weekend |
Please Mr. Weatherman, don’t mess with my weekend |
Don’t mess with my weekend |
Don’t mess with my weekend |
Don’t mess with my weekend |