Been here too long singing all the same old songs,nWaiting for someone to call about the weekend.nPick up the pace, get a jump start and erase, nAll those times you had to face before the weekend.nnSo take a word from a friend,and grab your girl and pretnd,nThat this will never end.nnBest not be late everything is put in it's place.nWith what they say make no mistake about the weekend.nCan't wonder why things here all seem to subside. nThese idle times tend to arrive well past the weekend.nnNow take a word from a friend, pick up your girl and pretend nThat this will never end.nnWill I ever find the words nFrom all I've read and observed nWill I know just what to say,nWill I ever find the timenTo put in my dollar dime? nTell my friends that in the end I'll find the words.nnAll said and done, my emotions start to run.nShowing me what I become before the weekend.nnSo take a word from a friend, and grab your girl and pretnd,nThat this will never end.nnAnd I'll be back with what I learnednI'll be swell, sound, and superbnAnd I'll know just what to say.nI'll put in my dollar dime, nAnd the words I'll come to find.nTell my friends It's not the end nI'll find the words.