Friday, Friday, so good to be trueI
It’s nothing really, cuz I don’t got nothing to do.
Wake up early, put my false teeth in
Cuz if I don’t, you’ll see my empty grin
.Start the coffee and almost fall going pee
Darn that seat, I feel like it’s moving on me
.Wash my face and slap my cheeks for color
Slapped on some lotion, oh crap, that’s balm for the udder
.Run a comb through my hair
Don’t know why I bother, it’s almost bare
.Off to the kitchen and grab a cup
Look at my parakeet, hey what’s up?
Find the remote and turn the TV on
I swear the news makes my brain almost gone
.Check my emails and my Facebook too
I told you the truth, I have barely anything to do
.I look at the clock and it’s almost time
I stand from my seat and get my girdle in line
It’s almost time for that hunk mailman
I swear he winks at me like no other can
.I sit on my porch swing and wait impatiently
Here he comes, now I’m getting weak at the knees.
He hands me my mail and I say with a grin
Need a cold drink, won’t you stop and come in?
He politely says no, like all the other times
Why does he have to be so nice and kind?
I go back inside and sit back on the chair
My excitement is over, and I’m going to swear
If Saturday doesn’t hurry up and get here!!!!!