On Friday

I live in the real world, I go to work every day
I'm not what I feel world [sic], I'm only what I get paid
I take a vacation two weeks a year
Where I spend seven paychecks on a tan and a beer
ON FRIDAY I come alive
ON FRIDAY I will survive
ON FRIDAY I feel alright
ON FRIDAY and Friday night
Got a dollar in my pocket, the kind of money that burns
Wild! -- like a rocket, funny how it's earned
Gonna buy myself a smile and dance on feet of clay
I need to find a lover but I'll settle for a lay