This seven-forty-seven can't go fast enough, fast enough Every minute is wasted time She gets a little bit closer to saying goodbye I'm looking out from my window seat Halfway back, aisle twenty three Man I wish that I could fly this thing I could hear

Na-na, na-na-na, na Friday can't come fast enough Here's to another week gone Raise 'em up and sing along Let the good times roll when the guitars play Alarm clock, ding-dong, pants up, boots on Coffee, cigarette, blue-collar breakfast Hard hat, fork

Every night I'm on them drugs I think I can't get enough Pop a bean and going to the moon, to the moon To the moon In a fast a coupe like a kook Baby in a 'rari, it goes zoom Maybe if I die tonight then I go to the moon Off a bean, off a bean, I can't

Anyone, anyone, anyone Like I know, like I know what you want You can't get enough Make a true believer of I can call you up If I feel low I can feed your dirty mind 'Til I can sell you lies Faster, faster, you won't go far