I wake up on a Friday Morning
More liberating than a Thursday Boring
So many things still to do
So many friends with which to screw
Not that I mean to screw in my bed
But rather I mean to screw with their heads.
There are many parties for me to have
So much fun this weekend to be had
On those Friday mornings
My brain is lost in a think
What will I eat and what will I drink?
A good Rum and Coke might do for me
One or two, and I get pretty friendly
I just need to keep it easy
No one should spend Saturday Mornings queasy!