Nobody Works on Friday

Lyrics
[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
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Credits
- Writers
- Jimmy Buffett
- Erin McAnally
- Mick Utley