Earl Thomas Conley - Finally Friday lyrics

I got a hundred dollars smokin' in my billfold I know I ought to save it but it's burnin' a hole Right through my pocket and into my skin Come Monday morning I'll be broke again [Chorus] It's finally Friday I'm free again I got my motor runnin' for a wild weekend It's finally Friday I'm out of control Forget the western blues and let the good times roll I've got a little sugar baby down the road Sittin' on ready and rockin' on dough We'll dance up a storm and later on tonight Be workin' on doin' all the wrong things right [Chorus] Monday I'll be hurtin' with my head in a vice Tuesday I'll be wonderin' if I'll ever survive Wednesday and Thursday I'll be slowly tunin' in Friday I'll be revvin' up my motor again Finally Friday I'm free again I got my motor runnin' for a wild weekend It's finally Friday I'm out of control Forget the western blues and let the good times roll It's finally Friday I got my motor runnin' for a wild weekend It's finally Friday Forget the western blues and let the good times roll