Clocked out! Friday is here
My weekend waits, my shift's adjournin
Hey, hey! how bout a beer?
I'll grab a case, with a quart of Bourbon

I did the boss man's bull
He had me bending over sidways
I'm sore, from chores
Thank God for...
Thank God for Fridays

I'm stressed. I'll have a brew
I need to rest, and soothe my tension
I did what I had to do
I got abused to earn my pension

My calves feel Chalie horsed
I cant stand what my 9 to 5 pays
I'm sore, from chores
Thank God for...
Thank God for Fridays

STRESS! over time, might make me blue
So my days off are time to re-new
And though my boss, has always stressed me out
I suck it up and never pout
The weekend calls, i'll have a ball
Thank God for...
Thank God for Fridays

I work 9 to 5
I pay my bills and share my 2 cents
And now, a beer sounds nice
I'll find a pool hall for amusements

With a drink, and baseball hat
I'll play some pool in polite ways
Oh, oh, dear me
Thank God for Fridays

All week I worked and just did my job
I walked a lot, my calves still throb
Now I'll do the things that I truly love
And not be bossed by someone above
I eat a roast and take in some shows
Thank God for Fridays