Monday morning is not Monday morning 'til Taylor has his coffee

Friday night is not Friday night 'til Jessie leaves the room sweaty

Tuesday morning is not Tuesday morning 'til Nick has his talk with his son

Thursday night is not Thursday night 'til Chris has sex with his bass

Come on to the weekend, 'cause the weekend I'll get by

Hold off 'til the weekend, 'cause there's too much time

Being merrily nice guys

Tuesday morning is Wednesday afternoon when you cry all night

Wednesday early we fall into what I'll call Philadelphia

Thursday morning is not Thursday morning

'Till one of us says "how's your life", how's your life

Hey, how's your life, how's your life

Come on to the weekend, 'cause the weekend I'll get by

Hold off 'til the weekend, 'cause there's too much time

And there may be not much time to cry

Hold off 'til the weekend, 'cause the weekend we'll be high

Hold off 'til the weekend, 'cause we may look tired, be we'll get by

What if there were no more mama's boys?

What if no one shared their humble appearance?

What if there were no consequences?

What if there were no more arguments?

Well that'd be a shame

And that'd be impossible

And you would be bored

'Cause you wouldn't want it any other way