Lyrics Don't Mess With My Weekend - Shorty Long

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