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Monday mornin' got my work boots onMy checkbook tells me that my money is goneGotta little honey dependin' on meTo take her to town at the end of the weekWe'll find a parkin' spot so we can reconnectAs soon as I get my Friday paycheckWe'll get a chili cheese dog at the bowlin' laneI'm still a workin' on that perfect gameMaybe catch a movie when my arm goes numbWrap it around her when the good part comesI may look like an old redneckBut I'm a high-roller with a Friday paycheckEverybody knows I like to have a good timeI just gotta stay above that poverty lineFood on the table, roof over headLeave somethin' to my young 'uns when I wind up deadYou never know what life will throw at you nextI'm countin' down the day 'til my Friday paycheckWish I could tell the foreman when I'm under the gunTake this job and shove it sonI keep it to myself 'cause I've gotta get paidAnd dance with my baby at the end of the dayLetras de cancionesI'm a yellin' at the band when they're doin' sound checkWhy don't you give me some Cash with my p-p-paycheck (Johnny that is)Everybody knows I like to have a good timeI just gotta stay above that poverty lineFood on the table, roof over headLeave somethin' to my young 'uns when I wind up deadYou never know what life will throw at you nextI'm countin' down the day 'til my Friday paycheck5, 4, 3, 2, 1You never know what life will throw at you nextI'm countin' down the days 'til my Friday paycheckI gotta get my hands on that Friday paycheck From Letras Mania