Letras

[Verse 1]
Is it Friday yet, is the weekend here?
Is it time for me to kick things off
With an ice cold beer
Been working so dang hard that I forget
Is it Friday yet?
[Verse 2]
Eight O'clock on Monday morning
All I think about is when the day will end
Gotta make a living somehow
That's the way it is for me
And all my friends
[Verse 3]
We watch the hours pass every day I ask
[Verse 4]
Is it Friday yet, is the weekend here?
Is it time for me to kick things off
With an ice cold beer
Been working so dang hard that I forget
Is it Friday yet?
[Verse 5]
That boss of mine, he drives me crazy
Maybe he's just thinking 'bout the weekend too
He'd probably love to be invited
Hang out with our rowdy crowd and act a fool
[Verse 6]
When we're off the clock
We'll pop a top
[Verse 7]
Is it Friday yet, is the weekend here?
Is it time for me to kick things off
With an ice cold beer
Been working so dang hard that I forget
Is it Friday yet?
[Verse 8]
The days go slow and I'd like to know
[Verse 9]
Is it Friday yet, is the weekend here?
Is it time for me to kick things off
With an ice cold beer
Been working so dang hard that I forget
Is it Friday yet?
[Verse 10]
Is it Friday yet, is the weekend here?
Is it time for me to kick things off
With an ice cold beer
Been working so dang hard that I forget
Is it Friday yet?
Been working so dang hard that I forget
Is it Friday yet?
Written by: Byron Hill, Gord Bamford, Roger Brown
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