Here it is Friday Drowning my troubles Knocking down the doubles 'cause it's happy hour Over in the corner, an old piano Bobby knows how great those old songs are He will play your request for a drink or a dollar Bop and boogie woogie and they all sound nice But it doesn't matter how you holler Bobby never plays the same thing twice Bobby Don't Stop Cause we're just getting started on Something so hot and it feels so right You give all that you've got For the broken hearted lovers and losers Who are crying tonight Saturday night and Bobby's still cookin'. He plays that piano like there's no tomorrow The crowd is shoutin'; everyone of them cookin' For some song they need to ease their sorrow All of a sudden it's Sunday morning Last call but you can't say when now Bobby play us one more song That will tide us over 'till The next weekend