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

When Friday comes along
We´ll be gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
Nobody works on Friday
Anymore
Nobody works on Friday

The French got a month of joie de vivre
The Aussies six weeks to grill, mate
Spain takes a summer siesta
Bossa nova heats up Brazil
But here the boss man´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

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

When Friday comes along
We´ll be gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
Nobody works on Friday
Anymore

Nobody works on Friday

I´m contemplatin´ 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

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

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