Friday Night Blues

He’s been working all week he’s got mental fatigue

And that old couch sure looks fine

All week he’s been gone she’s been sitting alone

Slowly going out of her mind

She’s get-ting all prettied up

Oh she’s wanting to boogie he’s wanting to lay there

She’s got the Friday Night Blues

And the Friday Night Blues they get in your shoes

And they work to get you down

Oh and there ain’t a lady that I ever knew

Who didn’t need her a night on the town

But the hills and the bills and a week’s worth of deals

Has got him feeling more than used

Oh he’s kicking his shoes off she’s putting hers on

She’s got the Friday Night Blues

Her nights like teenage dreams

Now it’s operas at noon dancing around with her broom

Talking to her washing ma-chine

And she makes it sound so true

Now she’s feeling lonely thinks she’s the only

One with the Friday Night Blues

She’s get-ting all prettied up

Oh she’s wanting to boogie he’s wanting to lay there

She’s got the Friday Night Blues

And the Friday Night Blues they get in your shoes

And they work to get you down

Oh and there ain’t a lady that I ever knew

Who didn’t need her a night on the town