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Jimmy Buffett

Nobody Works On Friday

 

Nobody Works On Friday

(album: Equal Strain On All Parts - 2023)


Nobody works on Friday
Thursday night comes in hot
A little less work, make the same pay
Now I'm giving 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 working 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 giving 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 contemplating 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 working 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 feeling like a microdot

Nobody works on Friday
Praying 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

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