| Yeah the big boss man, he likes to crack that whip
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| I ain’t nothing but a number on his timecard slip,
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| I give him 40 hours and a piece of my soul,
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| Puts me somewhere at the bottom of his totem pole,
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| Hell I don’t even think he knows my name…
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| (Chorus)
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| Well all week long I’m a real nobody,
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| But I just punched out and its paycheck Friday,
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| Weekends here, good God almighty,
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| I’m going to get drunk and be somebody
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah…
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| My baby cuts hair at a beauty boutique,
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| Just blowin' and goin' till she dead on her feet,
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| They walk right in and sit right down,
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| She gives them what they want and then she spins them around,
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| Hey I don’t think they even know her name…
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| (Chorus)
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| All week long she’s a real nobody,
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| but I just picked her up and its paycheck Friday,
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| Weekends here, good God almighty,
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| Baby lets get drunk and be somebody
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah…
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| Well just average people, in an everyday bar,
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| driving from work in our ordinary cars,
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| and I like to come here with the regular Joes,
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| drink all you want, be the star of the show
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| (Chorus)
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| All week long bunch of real nobodies,
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| but we just punched out and its paycheck Friday,
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| Weekends here, good God almighty,
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| People lets get drunk (lets get drunk!)
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| All week long we’re some real nobodies,
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| but we just punched out and its paycheck Friday,
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| Weekends here, good God almighty,
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| People lets get drunk and be somebody
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah… |