And now, I've drunk my beer
And parked my car upon the pavement,
The wife and neighbours here
Stare out at me, in mild amazement.
I've lived life on the edge,
I tried to steer along the highway
Once more, but I am pissed,
Because it's Friday.

Regrets, I've had a few
Too many drinks, to ease my tension.
I should take extra care,
Then I'll survive to draw my pension.
I planned to get a cab
Or find a sober mate to drive me;
These plans they went astray,
Because it's Friday.

Yes there were times, I think you knew,
When I skipped lunch for Special Brew
And afternoons went up the spout
Had too much beer and spat it out,
I drove my car, not very far;
And left the highway.

I crashed and then I cried,
I hurt the wife because of boozing,
She now can't cope with stairs
So to the suburbs we are moving.
That's why we sold our flat
And we are off to new horizons -
And me, oh silly me,
I lost my licence.

For what is a man, when on the bus?
He's not in charge, just one of us,
Who watches traffic running free
And recognises irony,
It's in the fact our bungalow
Has got a driveway.
Trala-lala, Trala-lala,
Badoo Ladoodu, Ladoodah,
Trala-la, Trala-la.
An empty driveway!