Here it is, Friday

Drownin' my troubles

Knockin' down the doubles

'Cause it's happy hour

Over in the corner an old piano

Bobby knows how great those old songs are



For he will play your request

For a drink or a dollar

Popping boogie woogie

And it all sounds nice

But it doesn't matter how you holler

Bobby never plays the same thing twice



Oh...

Bobby don't stop

We're just gettin' started

On somethin' so hot

And it feels so right

Give it all that you've got

For all those broken-hearted

Lovers and losers are cryin' tonight



Saturday night

Bobby's still cookin'

Playin' that piano like there's no tomorrow

The crowd's all shoutin'

Every one of them lookin'

For some sweet song to ease their sorrow



Bobby don't stop

Well, we're just gettin' started

On somethin' so hot

And it feels so right

Give it all that you've got

For all those broken-hearted

Lovers and losers are cryin' tonight



All of a sudden

It's Sunday mornin'

Last call but you can't say when

Poor Bobby gives us one more song

To tide us over 'til the next weekend



Bobby don't stop

Well, we're just gettin' started

On somethin' so hot

And it feels so right

Give it all that you've got

For all those broken-hearted

Lovers and losers are cryin' tonight



Bobby don't stop

We're just gettin' started

On somethin' so hot

And it feels so right

Give it all that you've got

For all those broken-hearted

Lovers and losers are cryin' tonight



Bobby don't stop

We're just gettin' started

On somethin' so hot

And it feels so right

Give it all that you've got

For all those broken-hearted

Lovers and losers are cryin' tonight



Bobby don't stop

Well, we're just gettin' started

On somethin' so hot

And it feels so right

Give it all that you've got

For all those broken-hearted

Lovers and losers are cryin' tonight