I belong to the drinking class Monday through Friday, man we bust our backs If you're one of us, raise your glass We belong to the drinking class If you gotta, gotta label me, label me proud We're up when the rooster crows Clock in when the whistle blows

We're all in, we're all in love, yeah 'Cause after the afterparty, we're gonna keep it goin' We're gonna rip it up, the neighbors might complain Monday to Sunday doing it our way RiRi on replay, cheers to the weekday Uh huh, hey, uh huh, Monday to

And we got three more days 'til Friday I swear I wish somebody would tell me Ooh, that's all I want Is taken for weakness Now I'm FourFiveSeconds from wildin' I'm just tryna make it back home by Monday mornin' I'm tryna make it back home by Monday

It's Friday night let's lose our minds in a downward spiral 'Cause we got no control (No control) It's Friday nights always save my life from the worst of times we ever had Thank God for punk rock bands Till Monday morning strikes again We are the kings

Is on their feet Get a little crazy and forget what happens later We made it through the week Now we're headed to the street It's Monday and I hear you when you said that you hate that day Me too but there's nothing much about we can do

When it's rainin' on Sunday And pray that it's rainin' on Sunday, Stormin' like crazy, We'll hide under the covers all afternoon And baby whatever comes on Monday can take care of itself Cause we've got better things that we can do It ticks just like a

And I'll be (I'll be), your seven-day fool Only because I really love you And on a Monday, I'm gonna love ya And on a Tuesday, I'm gonna hug ya And on a Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, gonna love ya I work for you baby, work my hand to the

Is on their feet Get a little crazy and forget what happens later We made it through the week Now we're headed to the street It's Monday and I hear you when you said that you hate that day Me too but there's nothing much about we can do

Working my money 'til I get gold Monday-Friday mornin' When I get it, I ain't ever goin' back again 'Cause I can't get enough One hundred percent, yeah, pure grindin' Cause I can't get enough Started out with nothing and I still got most of that The

But in the communique you know he's gonna come clean Say what he means Communication Think what he say Maybe on Monday he got something to say They want to get a statement for jesus' sake It's like a talking to the wall He's incommunicado no comment to