Midday, Friday, Payday... Songtext
von Christian Walz

Midday, Friday, Payday, damn!
I should have been up by eleven
What′s the man to do,
No dough,
No money
What's the man to do
Oh! Breezin′, Squeezin',
Sun's going down
I got to get cash now by seven
What′s the man to you no dough
Wanna know, wanna really know
Sittin′ here all alone
Melancholy like a saxophone
When the nights passing by...


Chorus:
Oh, I'll survive
Spend my weekend on my back
That′s all right
Oh, I'll survive
Spend my time on my own
That′s all right

Saturday's a pain for poor
And I got all my friends hang up the
Phone so,
What′s the man to do,
No dough,
No money
On a Saturday, no funny
Only place where breakfast's served
Is McDiddelidonkadonkaDonalds
What's the man to you, gotta go
Wanna know, wanna really know
Sittin′ here all alone
Melancholy like a saxophone
Where the lights turning low...

Chorus

Now we′re here, Sunday's long
Where the sun′s shining strong
Turn my mind to a smile
Have to stay here for a while


Chorus

Midday, Friday, Payday, Damn!
I should have been up by eleven