Nobody Works on Friday

[Verse 1]
Nobody works on Frida, Thursday night comes in hot
A little less work, make the same pay, now I'm givin' it all I've got
Nobody works on Friday, nobody seems to care
Jump in the car, hop on a plane, gotta, gotta get somewhere

[Chorus]
When Friday comes along
We'll be gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
Nobody works on Friday anymore
Nobody works on Friday

[Bridge]
The French got a month of joie de vivre
The Aussies six weeks to grill, mate
Spain takes a summer siesta and Bossa nova heats up Brazil
But here the bossman's glued to the cameras
Checking productivity
But the company time's not yours and mine
That's the point of flexibility
It took a global crisis to remind us
There's so much more to life than workin' just a four-day week

[Verse 1]
Nobody works on Friday, Thursday night comes in hot
A little less work, make the same pay, now I'm givin' it all I've got
Nobody works on Friday, nobody seems to care
Jump in the car, hop on a plane, gotta, gotta get somewhere

[Chorus]
When Friday comes along
We'll be gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
Nobody works on Friday anymore
Nobody works on Friday

[Bridge]
I'm contemplating the keys to success
'Cause life imitates ping-pong
Maybe stumble across a job that sucks less
Or put my thoughts in a song
It took a global crisis to remind us
There's so much more to life than workin' just a four day week

[Verse 2]
Nobody works on Friday, Thursday got a booster shot
So what ya gonna do with all that time? I'm feelin' like a microdot
Nobody works on Friday, prayin' for the sun to shine
Hey, pretty mama, how 'bout the Bahamas, conch fritters and red wine?

[Chorus]
When Friday comes along
We'll be gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
Nobody works on Friday
Nobody works on Friday
Nobody works on Friday
Nobody works on Friday