Midday, Friday, Payday, Damn!

I should have been up by eleven

What's the man to do,

no dough,

no money

What's the man to do..

Oh! Breezin', Squeezin',

Sun's going down

I got to get cash now by seven

What's the man to you no dough

wanna know, wanna really know

Sittin' here all alone

Melancholy like a saxophone

When the nights

passing by..



Chorus:

Oh, I'll survive

Spend my weekend on my back

that's all right

Oh, I'll survive

Spend my time on my own

that's all right



Saturday's a pain for poor

and I got all my friends hang up the

phone so,

What's the man to do,

no dough,

no money

On a Saturday, no funny

Only place where breakfast's served

is McDiddelidonkadonkaDonalds

What's the man to you, gotta go

wanna know, wanna really know

Sitting here all alone

Melancholy like a saxophone

Where the lights

turning low..



Chorus



Now we're here, Sunday's long

Where the sun's shining strong

Turn my mind to a smile

Have to stay here for a while



Chorus



Midday, Friday, Payday, Damn!

I should have been up by eleven