Get down the fiddle and break out the bow Take off the gloves and throw down the hoe Worked hard all week my back is sore It's Friday night, I'm ready to roar Ready to roar, ready to roar It's five o'clock and I'm out that door I'm hot and dusty, I'm tired and wore But it's Friday night and I'm ready to roar I've been pickin' this up and puttin' that down Tired of my boss bossin' me around Changin' my clothes goin' into town Find a little love and drink a little down Ready to roar, ready to roar It's five o'clock and I'm out that door I'm hot and dusty, I'm tired and wore But it's Friday night and I'm ready to roar Well I picked up a lid from a friend of mine And the man picked me up now I'm doin' time But I'll get out tomorrow and if you see my friend Tell him meet me at the bar and we can try that again He might not know me 'cause I'm low class Tell him I'm the one with his head up his ass Ready to roar, ready to roar It's five o'clock and I'm out that door I'm hot and dusty, I'm tired and wore But it's Friday night and I'm ready to roar One more