Midday Friday Payday Lyrics

Midday, Friday, Payday, Damn!
I should have been up by eleven
What's the man to do,
no dough,
no money
What's the man to do..
Oh! Breezin', Squeezin',
Sun's going down
I got to get cash now by seven
What's the man to you no dough
wanna know, wanna really know
Sittin' here all alone
Melancholy like a saxophone
When the nights
passing by..

Chorus:
Oh, I'll survive
Spend my weekend on my back
that's all right
Oh, I'll survive
Spend my time on my own
that's all right

Saturday's a pain for poor
and I got all my friends hang up the Christian Walz - Midday Friday Payday - http://motolyrics.com/christian-walz/midday-friday-payday-lyrics.html
phone so,
What's the man to do,
no dough,
no money
On a Saturday, no funny
Only place where breakfast's served
is McDiddelidonkadonkaDonalds
What's the man to you, gotta go
wanna know, wanna really know
Sitting here all alone
Melancholy like a saxophone
Where the lights
turning low..

Chorus

Now we're here, Sunday's long
Where the sun's shining strong
Turn my mind to a smile
Have to stay here for a while

Chorus

Midday, Friday, Payday, Damn!
I should have been up by eleven