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

(Music by Delon Dotson; lyrics by Delon Dotson